He goaded you into attacking him on a live broadcast in front of a live audience. You attempted to throw a flaming fist into his screen but you stopped just before striking, the fire dissipating.
Apparently the moment went "viral" within seconds.
[There was no gloating. Just a recitation of facts.]
[He was going to WRING Vox's skinny little FUCKING NECK. He could at least do that here. He'll come back in three days if he did something, and Night Sky would definitely be upset, but... but...
Lucifer was left beginning to hyperventilate. His eyes cooled, but the gold in them was wild. Somewhere in his mind, he was still arguing with Alastor to prove him wrong and cover his own tracks, but instead he'd begun a spiral over everyone knowing... everyone knowing...
This is why he never should have left the workshop. He never should have left. Let the realm think he's useless, but still have the mystery, at least a little power... but now that was it. That's the ballgame. There's nothing left. He's done, on account of a spy. A SPY. Charlie was too trusting-
Lucifer lowered his hands to his knees, his breaths short gulps. He lasted maybe fifteen seconds before he staggered to a nearby shrub and noisily heaved, sicking what little remained of his lunch and effectively ruining any desire for the dinner that was cooking at home.]
[It must have felt cathartic to Lucifer to finally have an outlet for millennia of pent-up rage. Maybe that was why he didn't go for the kill shot right away: enjoying being able to cut loose for once.]
[He snapped his fingers, and a mug of peppermint tea appeared close to Lucifer: far enough to avoid to the splash zone but close enough that Lucifer would be able to smell it. Alastor didn't typically conjure food or drink, preferring to make the food with his own two hands, but he would make an exception in this case.]
[It would be a while before the smell of peppermint would cause his somersaulting stomach to ease. But even with his mouth tasting foul, even after he spit three times, he would not accept the tea. He was fairly sure even drinking that would make him gag again.
Instead he leaned a hand against the nearby tree and focused on his breathing.]
...Charlie... she knows too, doesn't she...? That I can't...
[He swallowed thickly, paused through another wave of nausea and misery.]
She knows but I don't think she's made such a connection.
[Largely because she seemed more pissed off than anything by Lucifer attempting to threaten Vox to begin with.]
[Normally, he'd revel in another's misery. Especially someone he was on bad terms with. He and Lucifer hadn't seen eye-to-eye in months for more than just their height difference, after all.]
[But right now...right now things were different. Now that the immediate high of owning his own soul again had worn off, the realization of the cost of his freedom was hitting home. This was the longest time he'd been in Vox's presence without getting into a scrap in literal decades, and he'd seen snippets of Vincent again. The tear running down Vox's screen as he'd planned to destroy half of the Pentagram including himself just to destroy Alastor...his subconscious mind kept trying to replace Vox's head with Vincent's, refusing to let him pretend anymore.]
[There was so much from this past trip back that Alastor needed to process. Too much, really.]
But we both know that if she had to, she could step up. The only thing getting in her way is her desire to avoid bloodshed in the first place.
She could step up... I know she'd do it if she felt she needed to... but she shouldn't. Nobody should. I don't care how much you say, 'oh, she's someone I could bow to'- which is pretty rich, by the way, because you're not a guy who listens or answers to fucking anybody, let alone my kid- I don't think Hell should ever have anyone at the top in the first place.
Because Hell's not some place. It's not some speck of a realm what demands a leader or some sort of system. It's- it's a punishment. Always has been.
And for all that people talk shit about me and how I don't seem to 'do anything'-
[He turned and pounded a fist against his chest.]
I'M THE FIRST PRISONER! Why the fuck would I want Charlie to be trapped there, too?? She doesn't deserve it!
I could potentially see myself bowing to her in time because she has the potential to lead for the purpose of making things better. I see her goals as foolish and her idealism as entertaining, but she's earned my respect.
And now she's even proved me wrong: She redeemed a sinner. Sir Pentious, in fact.
[He folds his hands behind his back as he turns to face the rest of the forest, not wanting Lucifer to see his face.]
And perhaps you being the first prisoner is why she began her ridiculous crusade to begin with: She wants to get you back into Heaven.
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Apparently the moment went "viral" within seconds.
[There was no gloating. Just a recitation of facts.]
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Besides, I got you for talking shit, didn't I?
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Even without that, given you put on quite the display of how "spooky" you were? Backing off at the last second would be weakness.
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Lucifer was left beginning to hyperventilate. His eyes cooled, but the gold in them was wild. Somewhere in his mind, he was still arguing with Alastor to prove him wrong and cover his own tracks, but instead he'd begun a spiral over everyone knowing... everyone knowing...
This is why he never should have left the workshop. He never should have left. Let the realm think he's useless, but still have the mystery, at least a little power... but now that was it. That's the ballgame. There's nothing left. He's done, on account of a spy. A SPY. Charlie was too trusting-
Lucifer lowered his hands to his knees, his breaths short gulps. He lasted maybe fifteen seconds before he staggered to a nearby shrub and noisily heaved, sicking what little remained of his lunch and effectively ruining any desire for the dinner that was cooking at home.]
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[He snapped his fingers, and a mug of peppermint tea appeared close to Lucifer: far enough to avoid to the splash zone but close enough that Lucifer would be able to smell it. Alastor didn't typically conjure food or drink, preferring to make the food with his own two hands, but he would make an exception in this case.]
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Instead he leaned a hand against the nearby tree and focused on his breathing.]
...Charlie... she knows too, doesn't she...? That I can't...
[He swallowed thickly, paused through another wave of nausea and misery.]
...Can't protect her like I wish I could...?
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[Largely because she seemed more pissed off than anything by Lucifer attempting to threaten Vox to begin with.]
[Normally, he'd revel in another's misery. Especially someone he was on bad terms with. He and Lucifer hadn't seen eye-to-eye in months for more than just their height difference, after all.]
[But right now...right now things were different. Now that the immediate high of owning his own soul again had worn off, the realization of the cost of his freedom was hitting home. This was the longest time he'd been in Vox's presence without getting into a scrap in literal decades, and he'd seen snippets of Vincent again. The tear running down Vox's screen as he'd planned to destroy half of the Pentagram including himself just to destroy Alastor...his subconscious mind kept trying to replace Vox's head with Vincent's, refusing to let him pretend anymore.]
[There was so much from this past trip back that Alastor needed to process. Too much, really.]
But we both know that if she had to, she could step up. The only thing getting in her way is her desire to avoid bloodshed in the first place.
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[The response was immediate.]
She could step up... I know she'd do it if she felt she needed to... but she shouldn't. Nobody should. I don't care how much you say, 'oh, she's someone I could bow to'- which is pretty rich, by the way, because you're not a guy who listens or answers to fucking anybody, let alone my kid- I don't think Hell should ever have anyone at the top in the first place.
Because Hell's not some place. It's not some speck of a realm what demands a leader or some sort of system. It's- it's a punishment. Always has been.
And for all that people talk shit about me and how I don't seem to 'do anything'-
[He turned and pounded a fist against his chest.]
I'M THE FIRST PRISONER! Why the fuck would I want Charlie to be trapped there, too?? She doesn't deserve it!
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And now she's even proved me wrong: She redeemed a sinner. Sir Pentious, in fact.
[He folds his hands behind his back as he turns to face the rest of the forest, not wanting Lucifer to see his face.]
And perhaps you being the first prisoner is why she began her ridiculous crusade to begin with: She wants to get you back into Heaven.