𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒

[ For a moment, Alastor looks between Lucifer and the proffered drink. It's as though he is trying to figure something out himself. Now he doesn't think that the king would poison him. In reality, Lucifer isn't much for violence and bloodshed unless he's invested.

Alastor takes it, deciding that maybe the alcohol will numb the fact that his chest is burning. Aching. ]

He's been reduced to just that, yes. Though proving to be less and less entertaining with how easy it all was. Little fool genuinely believed that he had lured me in. With that personality? Laughable.

[ Just to reinforce that point, he's snickering. Then Alastor elects to take a drink out of the glass and is pleased to find it is not sweet. That makes it more than tolerable as he allows for the taste to settle. Better than that Sinner anyway. He holds the glass against his chest to hide the fact that he is trying to be discrete. ]

Now what to do, what to do. Do we just leave an arm on his master's doorstep? A head?

[ A grin ]


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