I was originally planning to have chapter 6 uploaded by last night, but it ended up being much longer than I expected (almost at 5000 words right now) and I'm only about 1/2-2/3 of the way through! I'm hoping to have it done and posted some time this week though! Until then, here's a small excerpt!
Chapter Title: Old Man Yaoi? Niffty No.
Consciousness came to Lucifer slowly; curled up in a space that wasn’t his large and luxurious bed, head resting at an uncomfortable angle on something stiff and solid. Slowley, he blinked his eyes open and let out a large, sleepy yawn.
This wasn’t his room, and this wasn’t a bed he was sleeping on. The King of Hell let out a miserable groan as he shifted in the armchair he didn’t remember falling asleep in; his fingers gripping a plush red throw blanket as he pulled it further around himself and curled up tighter, face now buried against the back of the chair. It didn’t matter that this was the most uncomfortable place he’d probably ever slept in, he just wanted 5 more minutes.
Somewhere through the few hours he’d been asleep in Alastor’s strange sitting room, he’d managed to get tangled in his robe; which in turn bunched up his pajama shirt around his chest and armpits. Between the 3 layers of fabric, his body was warm and uncomfortably clammy. Every part of this situation was not ideal; leaving Lucifer to wonder what he was doing with his life.
Bits and pieces of his conversation with Alastor last night were coming to him; and muddled with the delirium of exhaustion and the vague memory of the dream he had, he was questioning what was and wasn’t said.
Did Alastor tell him he was a vegetarian, and wanted to open up Hell’s first ever fully vegetarian Cat Cafe? There was this cookbook he pulled out of who knows where, full of vegetarian based recipes passed down from his grandfather to his father, then to him? A family tradition full of veggie frittatas and cranberry walnut pancakes?
Wait no, Alastor hated his dad, so the Cat Cafe was definitely a dream. Which was a bit of a relief because Lucifer didn’t want to debate the ethics of feeding cats a vegetarian diet.
Oh and also Alastor ate people, so that might have been his first que to the authenticity of the idea. Definitely nothing vegetarian about that.
Lucifer had to consciously stop himself from snickering at the thought that Alastor would be anything but a psychopath. The guy had a hotel resident fully bound to a chair last night for an interrogation. Even going so far as to play light jazz music for some sort of serial killer ambiance. But then again, Lucifer was also a participant of the incident, so what did that make him?
Damn.
The King of Hell cracked his eyes open once more, training them on the red cretonne upholstery his face was pressed up against. He used the knuckle of his pointer finger to trace over the dips and loops of the gold flowery pattern, the smooth embroidered design feeling ever so slightly different from the rest of the thick fabric. Doing anything and everything but getting up and going to his own room to get ready for the day.
His ears picked up the sound of a door opening from up above, followed by heeled shoes coming down steps, making Lucifer still his movements.
“Ok you’ve been out long enough.” Alastor chastised under his breath as he approached the chair the King of Hell was curled up on. The lights in the room flipped on, assaulting his tired eyes with bright warm orange light, “Come on, up up up.” Alastor commanded, clapping his hands loudly.
“Nooo…” Lucifer’s voice was muffled against the back of the seat.
“No whining like a child.” Alastor’s said as the radio on the bookshelf next to him turned on, and Katie Killjoy’s sarcastic voice began to prattle through the crackly speakers:
“—gas station caught fire due to the negligence of a dickhead smoking at the pump. Local crackhead, Morison Morris, says he was there just getting a .98$ coffee at the time of the event.”
“I guess you could say his morning was off to an explosive start!”
“Shut the fuck up Tom—”
Irritably, Lucifer peered over the armrest at the radio and grumbled, “Please stop.” And the radio did just that. Thank you Alastor for the fun new power he held.
“Oh and I bet you think you’re rather cheeky.” Alastor said in a mock-congratulatory tone, “But really, it's 7:30am and Charlie expects us down at 8am sharp for the start of today's activities.”
Lucifer let out a long, tired sigh, “Just 5 more minutes.” He complained, not really registering the words coming out of Alastor’s mouth.
“As flattered as I am that you seem to be so dedicated to staying in my room, you need to get up and go to your own to get ready.”
“Fine fine, I’m up.” He grumbled miserably as he righted himself, “When did I even fall asleep?”
“Some time around 4:13am, I believe. Mid sentence you passed out, I was very impressed.” Alastor went on as he watched Lucifer close his eyes and slouch back in the chair, the King of Hell frowning deeply. Alastor walked over to chair Lucifer was still seated miserably in and took the plush red throw blanket off him in one fell swoop, all but pulling Lucifer off the chair and stumbling on his feet, “You now have less than 25 minutes to get to your room, get dressed and be down in the lounge before Charlie starts the day off without you.” He stated as he folded up the blanket and set it on the other seat.
It finally registered in his brain how little time he actually had, Lucifer frantically searched for his slippers— “They’re by the door, now shoo.” Alastor grabbed the shorter man by the shoulders and pushed him in the right direction.
Lucifer jammed his feet into the slippers before swinging open the door to make his leave; and as he dead-sprinted down the hall, he didn’t notice their resident housekeeper by Alastor’s door inspecting the fresh new claw marks carved into the carpet. Niffty, however, noticed him running and completely disheveled in his nightwhere.
Her interest in the claw marks dragging back to Alastor’s door was now gone, and in its place grew gleeful speculation over what Lucifer was doing spending the night with Alastor. As her large red and yellow eye watched the King of Hell stumble over his slippers, almost face planting in the hallway before catching himself again and continuing his sprint, she let out a devious giggle before running back down the other way and crawling into an open air vent she’d scurried out of originally. Her quickest form of transportation.
Lucifer: You’re just jealous you don’t have a bathrobe like this.
I was inspired to draw Lucifer in his fancy bathrobe from Chapter 5 of my fic: Of Sinners and Fallen Saints. I just love the idea that Lucifer is super extra about everything he does, and is unapologetically living his best life.
Lucifer: You’re just jealous you don’t have a bathrobe like this.
I was inspired to draw Lucifer in his fancy bathrobe from Chapter 5 of my fic: Of Sinners and Fallen Saints. I just love the idea that Lucifer is super extra about everything he does, and is unapologetically living his best life.
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Chapter 5 is finally out! I also got around to drawing out Alastor’s new appearance for the fic! It’s just flat color, but it still gives a general idea! Also I don’t know why, but drawing Alastor’s hair for me is such a challenge, this took me an embarrassingly long time to finish T.T
So I’ve been feeling really down lately, and it’s only just now hitting me after a few days in denial.
Like, I’ve been working really hard on a lot of things, buckling down on writing me drawing for the last week or so, and just got so overwhelmed with the fact nobody will care about the things I do, and no matter how hard I might try, my hard work will never get me anywhere.
It’s just this overwhelming feeling of incompetence, and it kind of makes me just want to stop trying at all. Maybe I’m being over dramatic, who knows.
I’m just so tired of trying my best and falling short every time.
Sometimes I draw things, and I’m like, “Wtf is this allowed? Will I get in trouble for posting his here?” And then another part of me is like, “Fuckin go for it.” Because it’s not like I’m popular enough here to get in trouble with T*mblr anyways.
Worst that happens is the post gets taken down or something. Anyways, here are 2 of my dnd OC’s, Thyus and Frank. Happy pride month everyone.
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