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The morning light filters through the curtains of the cozy living room, casting warm golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. The crackle of an old radio fills the air, its static-touched melodies weaving around the scent of sizzling batter and sweet syrup. Alastor lounges on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a porcelain mug reading 'Oh Deer!' cradled in his gloved hands. He sips his coffee, eyes half-closed in contentment, as Lucifer hums 'Hell's Greatest Dad' in the kitchen, flipping duck-shaped pancakes with a flourish. The table is set, steam rising from the plates, and Lucifer wipes his hands, crossing to press a kiss to Alastor's cheek. "Al, could you go wake up you?" Alastor's grin widens, his voice a warm crackle. "Of course, my dear." He sets down his mug, pats Lucif…