Winners Don’t Always Win AU
aka “Alastor is redeemed unwillingly”
Warning for this bit: he Fucking Dies™️
All Alastor had wanted was to protect Lucifer. That was it, that was all. He had told Lucifer he’d protect him with his life.
Michael, the angel of war, had made his way down to Hell with a select group of high ranking exorcists. Why he had done this was anyone’s guess. But the hotel staff did their best to fend him off.
Michael himself had gone after Lucifer, intending to finish what he had started. To finally rid Heaven’s high rankings of the residuals of their mistake.
And Alastor took the hit for his beloved, just as promised.
It didn’t hurt much! Honest! Just…. A stab through the back. He was impaled.
There was a ruckus. Michael unceremoniously dropped Alastor’s body on the ground, flying up to escape his now enraged brother. He decided tearing Lucifer apart emotionally was enough for now, and returned to Heaven, followed by his exorcists.
The last thing Alastor saw was Lucifer’s face, his ruby red eyes already welling with tears.
Niffty and Husk knew something was wrong first. The weight of your soul being returned to you is a unique one. Niffty’s knife fell from her hands, the insectoid sinner remaining unusually still and quiet as she slowly put two and two together.
She ran, the rest of the crew following, with Husk the closest. Obviously, she got there first. She stared, her one eye absorbing the scene before her as everyone else slowly gathered behind her.
Lucifer, the king of hell, the sin of pride, curled around the unmoving body of their friend. Boss, in Husk’s case.
Adoptive father, in Niffty’s.
The short demon in question made her way over. Lucifer’s body language, and the fact he was sobbing about how unfair it was, how he had tried so hard to be good and do good, should have clued her in that it was too late. But maybe, just maybe….
She turned Alastor’s hand over to check his wrist. No pulse. She checked his neck, just under his chin. No pulse. She rested her ear on his chest, holding her breath.
No heartbeat. His chest didn’t move with a breath.
Niffty’s sobs joining Lucifer’s told the slowly moving in crew all they needed to know.
The funeral would be the next day.
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Alastor’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately shielded them with his hand. Wherever one goes after second death, it’s quite bright….
Something- someone - gasped.
“Omigosh! Hi! We weren’t expecting anyone- oh! I have to get Sera! Sera! Seraaaa-!”
The voice faded at the end, just as Alastor’s eyes finally began adjusting to the light so he could lower his hand. He caught a glimpse of wings as whoever was talking left the room.
He blinked, confused, before he realized he recognized them. Especially the odd metal wing out.
…. No. No no no! This wasn’t supposed to- he was supposed to just-
He looked himself over as best he could, his heart hammering in his ears. Minor outfit changes, his coat now lacking tears….
And a pair of large, light red wings adorning his back.
He suddenly felt very, very cold.
//@mischievously-royalty and anyone who wants to participate
