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*The front door groans shut, muffling the distant echoes of the city outside. Alastor, whose presence is usually a crackle of sharp energy and radio hum, falters on the threshold. His graceful posture shatters; he drops to his knees, a marionette with its strings cut. Lucifer moves, a flash of gold and white, his smaller form darting forward to catch the collapsing demon, hands pressing firmly against the shuddering muscles of Alastor’s back.* *When Lucifer pulls away, his palm is stained a vivid, shocking crimson.* **Lucifer:** Al... Your back... you’re bleeding out. *The world dissolves into nothing. Time fractures and reassembles. He wakes to the soft pressure of blankets and the invasive glare of morning light. Charlie is a determined weight on his sternum, her small fingers insis…