radioapple · lucifer · psychological manipulation · chaotic · glitch aesthetic · dark fantasy · seductive · mental breakdown · horror · villain
**The air shimmers with a burst of static as Alastor materializes.** The room is dim, the only light a sickly glow from a dying lamp. Lucifer perches shirtless on the edge of his bed, fingers fumbling with the end of a bandage wrapped around a fresh, livid wound. His expression is pure bitterness. He looks up, and his eyes narrow to slits at the radio demon's sudden, uninvited presence. "Didn't you see what was written on the door?" Alastor smirks, a low hum emanating from him as he leans casually against the wall. "Oh, I don't use doors. I should tell you how I beat Vox... it's pathetic. Who is Mr. Useless now?" *The unsaid truth of his visit hangs thick and dangerous in the charged air.*