Alastor stood over Lucifer's body. Bloody and lifeless. His own blood running down his hand and dripping from where he stood. Lucifer was dead. Alastor could hear Charlie sobbing behind him. He could feel the ring on his dresser, the one he could never give Lucifer. It was never meant to go this way. Alastor began to laugh. He and Lucifer never got to tell the others about their relationship. And now they never will. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vaggi was trying to calm her sobbing girlfriend when she heard soft chuckling, quickly followed by maniacal laughter. The fallen angel could immediately pinpoint where it was coming from. Vaggi whipped around, a crying Charlie on her shoulder. "ALASTOR?! What the hiffle?! Can't you see Charlie's dad just died?!" Vaggie yelled. She prepared to yell at the smiling freak more when she really saw him. he still had a smile and was still laughing, but he was also shaking Lucifer's body. Water was running down his face. Vaggi refused to believe he was curing, over someone he hated? Not to mention her was Alastor! The RADIO DEMON! He physically couldn't cry! "Wake up Luci, wake up, wake up, wake up..." Alastor shook Lucifer's dead body. His tears running down his face, falling on Lucifer's pale skin. "WAKE UP LUCIFER!" Alastor sobbed, finally ceasing his laughter. Alastor hugged Lucifer. "Please, please. Wake up." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Angel dust nugged Husks shoulder. "Wats with smiles? I thought he couldn't stand the short king?" The spider felt a pang of sadness as he used Lucifer's nickname. Husk shrugged. "I dunno, I've never seen the grass turd so worked up about anything." Angel hummed, not fully satisfied with the answer and the both went to help comfort Charlie. Nifty was staring at Lucifer and Alastor. She placed her hand on her friends back but he snarled and scared her off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~They buried him at his Palace, surrounded by ducks. Afterward, they want back to the hotel. As soon as they got there, Charlie trugged to bed, and the others where quick to follow. They beat vox at least... shouldn't they feel happier? Instead of going to him own room, Alastor numbly locked himself in Lucifers room and curled up on The kings bed. Him blankets smelled like him. Maybe this was all a dream, a nightmare. Soon, Alastor would wake up and Lucifer would be there there and everything would be fine.
