(( FYI: NO YOU DIRTY MINDED FUCKS I RESPECT ALASTOR'S ASEXUALITY, THEY DIDN'T FUCK. ))

An orange and velvetty mixture of colors shined throught the curtains of the Hazbin Hotel, the morning rays of sunshine falling onto Alastor's face and taking him out of his deep but well-deserved slumber.

Alastor groaned strainingly as he rubbed his neck and collar bone, that was covered in bites. Lucifer's golden angelic blood was smeared on his lips. Alastor had a rough night with Lucifer, because the king of hell's neck was chaotic aswell! Lucifer woke up, half-awake as he yawned longingly.

Lucifer: "... I feel like shit..."

Alastor: "... and look like it..."

Alastor said with a small smirk but a hoarse tone. Lucifer his eyes and scoffed. His collarbone and neck was in bites too. Alastor then sighted tiringly, an embarrasing and tired look on his face.