With a heavy sigh, Alastor kneeled on the cold, unforgiving floor, his head bowed in defeat. The weight of his situation pressed down on him like a suffocating shroud. Lucifer's presence loomed over him, and he felt the dark, magnetic pull of the king of Hell.
Lucifer knelt and gripped Alastor's face, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met, and the intensity of Lucifer's gaze sent a shiver down Alastor's spine. "Alastor," Lucifer said, his voice a menacing whisper, "I will forgive the deal you tried to make with my daughter if you bear me many fawns. You claim you want to be Charlie's father, so I will let you taste what it's like being a parent—but only as a mother."
Alastor's eyes blazed with defiance. How dare Lucifer twist his desires into this perverse game? The king of Hell was indeed petty, and Alastor's mind raced, searching for an escape. But no matter how he turned it over in his head, there was no way out. Lucifer had the upper hand.
Then, a flicker of an idea sparked. Alastor's lips curled into a bitter smile. "My dear king, how lovely your offer is," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "but my soul already belongs to another. I can't offer my services to you at this time."
Lucifer's grip tightened for a moment before he let go of Alastor's face and stood up, an evil smile spreading across his lips. "Well, if that's the only problem, I can fix it. I'm the king of Hell, after all. I can break any deal."
He bent down, his grin widening. "So, Alastor, it is a deal then."
Alastor had no other choice. The thought of being killed—and the slim hope of finding a way out later—forced his hand. Reluctantly, he nodded, knowing full well that Lucifer would leave no loophole unguarded. Lucifer would not be left alone again, and Alastor, who had proven his maternal instincts with Charlie, was to be confined to this new role.
Lucifer stood tall, a look of triumph on his face. "You thought you could take the role of father," he sneered, "but you will serve as the mother. And as the king of Hell, I never forget. Silly Alastor, thinking he could claim a spot that was never his to begin with."
As Lucifer turned away, Alastor felt the full weight of his new reality. He had lost this battle, but he wasn't entirely defeated. Somewhere deep within, a spark of defiance still burned. He would bide his time, play his part, and wait for the moment to reclaim his freedom. For now, though, he was bound to Lucifer's will, a pawn in the king's ruthless game.