"So what happened last night then?"
Charlie's cheeks were still tinged pink and she wouldn't meet Lucifer's eye as she ate her stack of waffles. It had been a truce between them, one Lucifer was able to produce with a flick of his fingers. Vaggie ate her food in uncomfortable silence, eye flicking between the two Morningstars. Between bites, Charlie explained someone had shown up late last night, yelling for Alastor.
"They were trying to get Alastor's attention. You know, I didn't see her clearly, but I could have sworn it was the woman from the news; Wyr, right? She sounded different though."
"She was plastered," Vaggie interjected.
"Oh yeah, that bitch was black out drunk. Power to her, I don't know anyone who'd catcall Chuckles like that and not end up dead!" Angel walked in and Lucifer gave himself whiplash as his head whipped around to the porn star. Angel Dust waggled his fingers at the trio and went to the buffet set up Lucifer had created, pouring himself a coffee and building a plate of waffles. The group startled and Charlie frowned at Angel.
"Angel, we talked about eavesdropping, for your redemption-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But come on, we all heard last night's party of one."
"That doesn't mean you can just-"
"I'm sorry-But Wyr was here? For Alastor?" Lucifer's mind had snagged on Charlie's comment.
He didn't like the grin Angel Dust gave him as the spider demon sat down, already cutting into his chocolate-drizzled waffles. Charlie wasn't amused.
"Oh yeah, she was. Didn't know Chuckles had it in him to have a doll come calling for him. But he did say they were close." Lucifer looked at Charlie, trying not to feel as though he was missing something. He wanted the little deer fucker to appear so he could shake the demon into telling him what happened. Vaggie started sniping at Angel Dust and Charlie was trying to intervene as Lucifer looked at his plate. The message he'd sent last night hung in the air. Had Wyr been upset about the headlines last night? She had wanted to get off the street. Had warned him about the news coverage. Maybe she'd been more worried for herself.
"What did Alastor do with Wyr?" He interrupted, thoughts scattering.
"I don't know, dad. Alastor doesn't like sharing his movements, but he's always around when I need him."
He would have felt like that was a dig at him, if he wasn't currently spiralling into a bout of anxiety. He couldn't just abandon Charlie to go ask Alastor what the fuck was going on. Also, totally not his place, his rational side quipped. He'd given her that duck, even though the timing was so fucked, but that hadn't been a sign of their friendship. More like…The beginning of a working relationship? She'd looked so touched when she'd taken it too. Like it was the first gift someone had given her in forever. She'd said no to lunch, but she'd said she had meetings to attend. Had promised to get back to him on when they could start lessons and signature sessions. She'd even cracked a joke.
The devil makes work for idle hands
"I see our king has graced us with his presence, again." Lucifer's mood worsened. Speak of the psycho and he shall apparently appear. The growing group all swung their heads to the door. Alastor had strolled in and Niffty was following behind, huge eye swinging around the room. When they landed on the breakfast buffet, the housekeeper didn't hesitate and rushed over to fill a plate. The way she picked it all up, stabbing with a needle-sharp dagger made Lucifer's skin crawl. The company Alastor kept… It was proof enough that he was a degenerate.
"Alastor! Was everything okay last night?" Lucifer looked back at Charlie, who had risen from her chair. She was that concerned about the sinner? Really? He snuck a look at Vaggie, who was also glaring at Alastor. Good to know he wasn't the only one who knew not to trust the overlord.
"Of course! A close friend of mine had need of me. I'm terribly sorry for the disturbance." His words felt like physical jabs, needling at Lucifer. Maybe it was just the stupid cadence the radio demon spoke in, but it made Lucifer want to punch the Sinner. The radio demon stood as a prime example of why Charlie's work was cut out for her. Sinners and redemption just wouldn't go hand in hand willingly. They'd proven themselves time and time again in that.
"That's alright…I wouldn't want to pry… Was that your friend from the field trip? Wyr?" Lucifer swallowed a bit of his apple cinnamon waffles, trying to ignore the red-eyed stare from the demon.
"Why yes, dear. We're old friends you see, and we haven't spoken in some time! I know it's strictly residents only but I helped her get settled in a room last night. The poor dear might have choked on a tongue if I'd left her to her devices. Too much whiskey I'm afraid."
"Oh!" Lucifer felt like choking on his own tongue right now. So Wyr was here? She'd been drunk last night and went to find Alastor? It rankled. He couldn't lie about that. Also why a tongue and not her own tongue?
Charlie was quick to forgive Alastor. That rankled even more.
"Well, maybe she'd like to stay! Maybe she could stay for a trial day!" Charlie motioned Alastor further in and sat back down. "We could do some activities! Another guest would be so great!"
Lucifer frowned, trying to picture whether Wyr had expressed an interest in redemption. She seemed so dedicated to her work, that he couldn't imagine the witch settling into trust exercises and group work.
"Dad? Are you listening?" Lucifer looked up, Charlie staring at him, disappointment clear on her face. He glanced at Alastor whose grin was smug.
Prick.
"You know…I'm not sure Wyr will want to join." He hurried on as Charlie frowned, holding up her hand. "Wyr has a lot of work she does in the city. When we met yesterday, we talked about all her responsibilities. She might not have enough time to dedicate to the hotel. Not that she wouldn't want to be redeemed." Alastor snorted.
"And how long exactly have you known our dear witch?" Lucifer frowned.
"Not long, but we've talked about her work and I really don't think-"
"You've had one conversation and you think you know her?" Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"No. But I do believe I've got a handle on what Wyr finds important. She basically works for me." Alastor's face grew dark, his demonic shadows twitching and writhing against the floor as he sneered down at Lucifer.
"Wyr works for no one. The only person who oversaw her work left."
The demon was talking about Lilith, and the barb hit home. She had left, not just her work, and the people, but she'd left him. Alastor had figured that out. But he didn't want to get dragged down again, not by Alastor…Not in front of Charlie. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, the picture of lazy privilege.
"You're arguing this point because I said it first and I'm right. Wyr has a lot going on-"
"I wonder who's fault that is?" Alastor turned to Charlie. "Wyr has been here a long time, you would do well to ask her to stay. She may have more information about redemption than others."
He wanted to rip this deer fucker apart. Charlie didn't need some psycho overlord as her hotelier. He'd roam the streets and find someone better. Anyone could do the job better than this guy.
"She may have more knowledge, but Charlie, I can tell you all I know-" Alastor cut him off, his tone snide.
"And how far did you get with your know-how?" The picture of lazy privilege was fracturing as fury rose deep inside. Who was this guy, this overlord, to speak over his king?
That's it! That's it! He's dead. Dead meat.
Lucifer jumped up, prowling forward, sidestepping Charlie as she tried to intervene and jabbed his claw into the demon's chest. His demon aspect rose to the surface, the taste of flames in his mouth. The shadow of antlers on the kitchen wall grew more menacing as darkness spread like ink across the room.
"How about I fillet you and make venison for dinner!?"
"Well, I'd love to see you try."
"Ugh, who the fuck is talking about steak this early in the morning?"
Lucifer swallowed audibly as altogether, the group turned to the doorway. Dressed in red silk pyjamas covered in antler print, Wyr stood in the doorway. His throat felt dry, and he couldn't drag his eyes away from the woman currently protecting her eyes from the kitchen lights. Her sleeves fell past her hands, and Lucifer felt the heat in the room rise when he stared at the mostly unbuttoned shirt. He could make out the curve of her breasts, the milky white skin covered in ashy freckles peeking through the deep V. Her hair was a knotted mess of ringlets, no longer tamed in a braid. Her hooves peeked out from under the hem of her pants, slung low on her waist.
Was he staring? He was totally staring. Was everybody else staring? The hedonistic beauty of witches was beyond comprehension. His flames guttered out, tail wrapping around himself like he needed to hold back, and he stepped back from Alastor, whose permanent grin was looking as though the cat had gotten the cream. Did it matter? He had to say something to Wyr, had to greet her like a normal angelic being exiled to hell and not some yokel psycho-
"There's the girl of the hour!" Alastor shoved past him, arms wide as he ushered Wyr further into the kitchen.
"Please, Alastor…Marbh mi, my head is killing me." She groaned, covering her eyes as Alastor got her settled at the large table. Lucifer heard the Gaelic as she muttered it into the table. Wyr hadn't said anything about how she ended up in hell, but as she spoke, there was the barest hint of an accent underlying all her words.
Charlie went to the buffet and pulled out the coffee pot.
"Here Wyr, this will help." Charlie set the mug down in front of Wyr's slumped form and Lucifer still felt frozen as Wyr reached out and grasped the mug. The moan that fell from Wyr's lips, was downright sinful and sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine and making his tail twitch, lust hazing his gaze for a moment until he was able to focus on his daughter.
"Now, now my dear… You sound like our Angel Dust."
"Alastor…What the fuck did I drink last night? I feel like my head is between a blacksmith and his anvil."
"Whiskey, my dear!" Lucifer couldn't see her eyes now, buried under the mass of curls he could only see her tongue dip from her mouth and lick a stray drop of coffee from the corner.
"Deanadh sin e"
Well, that was just going too far. Lucifer felt every muscle clenching in a taught arousal that he had to strangle back down. Tearing his eyes away, his gaze caught his daughter, standing behind Wyr and motioning between them and then to her head.
Panic chased away the lust. Surely she hadn't noticed that? Like he needed to add any more burdens to his daughter's plate, like watching her absentee dad lust after a completely unavailable, uninterested Sinner. A Sinner! He'd fallen a little too far.
"What do you-" Charlie shook her head and from her finger, she made a few sparks of gold. Oh, he was so proud. His little Apple Pie was trying to do magic without a guide. She really was just the most talented, beautiful little girl a father could-
"Dad, don't you have a cure for headaches?" Exasperation laced her cheery voice.
Oh! The magic, his magic, angelic magic! Wyr had lifted her forehead from the table and he could see her exhausted face now. As much as Lucifer believed the woman couldn't be paler, she'd turned a shade of grey that seemed to be worse. He tried to give her a warm smile and walked around the table. If his elbow just so happened to jab straight into the radio demon's stomach, then that was his problem. Lucifer took the chair from the demon's grip and sat down next to Wyr. For a moment the radio static rent the air, making Wyr flinch and cup her head with a moan.
"Alastor. Please." She looked to Lucifer, eyes pitiful. "You can make it go away?" Her tone was pathetic, and if he hadn't already decided he liked this woman he would have been swayed by that alone. But he liked her, wanted to know her, and so here they were.
"I can." He kept his tone low and gentle. He lifted his hands up, gesturing to her.
"May I?"
Wyr nodded, and with expert gentleness, like he was tinkering with a rubber duck, he slid his hands on either side of her face. He cupped her warm cheeks, and slid his fingers up and into her hair, sliding over her scalp and avoiding tugging on any knots. When he had her head cradled in his hands, the weight of her head sagged in his hands as she sighed in relief. With practised ease, he conjured the healing magic he'd kept from heaven and gently let it seep into her scalp. His thumb scraped along her cheek as his smile turned rueful.
"Maybe crash at my place next time. I'm pretty good at hangover cures."
The moment felt infinitely long and short as the words hung between them.
"Sleepover at the devil's? I'll take that into consideration."
It took only a few seconds as colour came back to Wyr's face, a pinkening of her cheeks, the grey shade of her skin fading. Her grimace turned into a relieved smile and she lifted her head. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to take his hands from her hair, but he did. Charlie was watching after all, and he could feel the waves of death rolling out from the radio demon. Didn't that asshole have anything better to do?
Wyr didn't seem to notice the silent fight with her in the middle, and instead lifted her arms above her head and stretched. As she moved, his gaze roamed over her, once again taking in the pyjamas.
All at once, Lucifer shot to his feet and walked back around the table, grabbing his coffee, and gulping down the steaming liquid. He slammed the mug down, making the group who'd watched the whole display flinch in alarm.
"Well, now I've done the old angelic healing, I should probably get going! You know, lots of work to do, meetings to organise!" He leaned down and kissed Charlie's cheek.
"I'll call you later Apple Slice!"
"What? But dad- We were going to-"
"Love you!"
"What the fuck was that?"
Wyr brought her arms, down, confusion taking over the warm pleasure of having a man's hands in her hair. That had been an experience. His claws scraping along her scalp had shot bolts of pleasure through her to the point where she'd almost wanted to crawl into Lucifer's lap. It was only Alastor's presence at her back that had kept her from doing that, and she would be forever grateful to her friend. Charlie's gaze moved to her, and now that she wasn't drunk and hungover, she appreciated how kind and chill Charlie was being about Wyr's appearance in her hotel. Charlie glanced down and slapped a hand over her face, looking away quickly. Her pink cheeks had turned a vibrant red. Angel snorted as he looked over Alastor's shoulder.
"Boy, oh boy, was that meant to be a thank you present for the healin'? I think you mighta shocked the little guy with that face full." Wyr's brows knitted together as she picked up her mug.
"Oh! You have a- Uhm…Your buttons!" Charlie couldn't look at her, face now entirely red. Even her girlfriend had slapped a hand to her eye, pink staining her cheeks. Wyr swallowed a mouthful of coffee and looked down at herself. Could someone die of embarrassment? Or maybe just choking to death on coffee from embarrassment would work.
"Wyr, my dear…Nudity at the breakfast table is simply not in style."
Wyr hacked and coughed, glaring at Alastor as clumsy fingers hurriedly buttoned up her whole shirt, tucking her breasts back into her top. How the fuck had she managed to pop all the buttons? Angel Dust was cackling over his waffles, which smelled incredible now that she wasn't so sick. Could she go more than a few hours without completely humiliating herself? How about just in front of Lucifer? No? What the fuck was wrong with her? He was right there! He must have gotten an entire face full.
"Charlie-I'm so-"
"It's okay! These things happen! Are you okay though? Do you need…" The princess cast about for more words "Clothes?" Angel barked out another laugh.
"Oh princess, she ain't fitting any of your things."
"Hey!" Vaggie was quick to defend her girlfriend's body but Angel Dust railroaded over her.
"Yours neither, toots. Little Miss Snowflake here has the body of one of those…Ya know…Milkmaids." Wyr snorted, listing to the porn star try to describe her body.
"I was a highlander in the 1500s, all the women were built like this." Angel Dust nodded sagely.
"What a time to be alive 'den."
The cackle Wyr let out was eventually joined by quiet giggles from Charlie. When they both fell quiet, Charlie gestured to the buffet whilst Alastor took a seat beside Wyr.
"Please help yourself to some food Wyr, there's plenty for everyone."
"Are you sure? I don't want to outstay my welcome…I feel bad that Alastor had me crash here in the first place."
"Nonsense, my dear! I would never leave you to fend for yourself." Wyr's heart warmed as she smiled at her friend. His grin was relaxed for a moment before it tugged up fiercely again. Ever since he'd returned, Wyr had felt Alastor had been hiding something…Acting different. But last night, and the smile he'd given her just then…Maybe things hadn't changed, maybe she'd changed. It was always hard to say with Alastor. He was a cat playing cards close to his chest. Wyr stood and went to the buffet, saliva pooling as she looked at the spread. She turned to Charlie and Vaggie.
"Do you guys do this every morning?" Charlie blanched.
"Oh no, this was all my dad…Sometimes he can't help himself. He loves breakfast." Wyr felt her cheeks warm as she dished some bacon onto her plate. So she was eating Lucifer's food…After giving him a face full of her assets. Yup. This was still embarrassing.
With horrifying clarity, Wyr realized Lucifer must have seen the news by now. If he had, then why'd he been so nice and helped her out of her hangover? He should've let her suffer. She'd torn his reputation to shreds in a single afternoon. She felt her stomach do a flip and turned to Charlie with a forced smile.
"Uh, so, did you dad by chance…See the news?"
Charlie's smile twitched and Wyr watched as she tried to keep it up as her face turned red. Vaggie cut in for her.
"He hadn't, but Charlie filled him in." Anxiety kicked in and Wyr sat down next to Alastor again. He chuckled.
"My dear, don't you think he's heard it all before?" Vaggie's glare only made the demon chuckle.
"Alastor, that's Charlie's dad. Watch it!" Charlie placed a hand on Vaggie's arm.
"It's fine sweetie. Alastor is entitled to his opinion. Besides, Wyr, it's fine. He didn't think it was a big deal anyway."
Or he was pretending in front of his daughter so she wouldn't throw out the drunk woman in her hotel.
"Or he's good at fakin' it." Angel Dust called out as he swept his dishes into the sink. Niffty cackled from her spot at the table.
"Dishes! Ahahahaha." Wyr eyed the little cyclops warily. Alastor really did pick up the strangest companions.
"Ooooh-kay then! I gotta get to work, this body waits for nobody!" Angel Dust picked up his bag from where he'd hung it and hightailed it from the kitchen. Wyr picked at the food, thinking about the phone she'd left in the hotel room.
She should've just answered his message. She'd panicked when he asked to go for lunch. She'd been in panic mode since their deal…When she'd thought he would-but Lucifer was married. Duh. Had loved a woman so fiercely that Hell was where they'd made their home. Since the beginning. Literally. Before Wyr had even been a concept, Lucifer and Lilith had been together. One late-night insanity text message conversation with the King of Hell, was not even close, to being close enough for those thoughts. Her human crush needed to back the fuck off before it ruined this for her.
"Wyr? Are you alright?" She jerked up, heat flushing her cheeks as she realised Charlie had been speaking to her.
"Fine! Sorry, I guess I'm still tired. Could you repeat that for me?" The princess' concerned smile softened. She gestured between herself and Vaggie.
"We were just wondering if you'd be interested in joining us at the hotel?! You'd have your own room, and we do classes to teach you about becoming a better person, you'd make loads of friends, and Alastor is already here! And I bet you'd get along with everyone! And you already know my dad! You could even teach a class or two if you wanted, and you could still do your work, because obviously that's still important, but what do you say? You seem to know a bit about redemption! Don't you want to go up? Did you know we called it a hotel because you're on a journey to redemption? Clever huh? So? Do you think you'd be interested?"
As Charlie's excitement grew, her voice lifted and lifted, until her words ran together and she was squeaking. Her fists were clenched and she vibrated with energy, biting her lip while she waited for Wyr to catch up.
Wyr turned to Alastor with wide, helpless eyes.
They'd literally murdered some guy last night because he'd pissed her off. Surely he'd say something. Anything? Alastor's red eyes turned to her and his grin was full of cheek.
"Yes, my dear? What would you like to say?" She took a deep breath, trying to find words that weren't hurtful, but also a complete shutdown.
It wasn't that the idea of redemption was nice. Wyr had read all the books she could get her hands on and knew redemption could absolutely be possible. The hope was there at least. But not for her. The burial grounds needed tending, and she'd heard enough about Heaven to not feel as though she was really missing out. Wyr had made a deal for this. Had planned for something like this. To be honest, Hell was a lot nicer than she'd thought when she was human. She'd survived well enough. Had lived out hundreds of years in relative comfort. And besides…She thought with a flush of something fluttery inside…She made a deal with Lucifer, twice over now…She couldn't go up, even if she wanted to.
"Thank you. That's such a gracious offer, Your Highness, but I have to decline." Charlie's face fell and Wyr hurried on. "I'd be happy to lend a hand when I have time of course. You mentioned having questions, and I wouldn't say I know everything, but I'm well-versed in theology and the idea of redemption and salvation. I do appreciate all your kindness, but my work is…My life. It's everything I have, and I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving it behind. I…made certain choices in order to put me where I am today. And I'm not willing to change that just yet."
She smiled at Charlie.
"I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings." Charlie's pout was short-lived and she smiled brightly.
"You'd be happy to run a class though?" Wyr shrugged thoughtfully. She was teaching Lucifer anyway…Why not his daughter? And her hotel of redeemers.
"Yeah…We'd have to schedule it around my work, but I'd be open to giving it a go." Wyr had thought about it…And everyone on their field trip had been well behaved, if a little confused and freaked out, which, was fair enough.
That was enough for Charlie, she squealed and jumped up, clapping her hands together.
"Amazing! This is wonderful! Vaggie? Did you hear? Wyr's going to help teach a class! This is so exciting I just want to sing-"
Vaggie jumped, up, clapping a hand over Charlie's mouth with a chuckle. She looked to Wyr with a small smile.
"We're going to go make our rounds. Enjoy the rest of your breakfast. We'll be in touch."
Wyr watched as with her hand still clamped over Charlie's mouth, Vaggie dragged the princess out of the kitchen, leaving her with Alastor and Niffty, who was now elbow-deep in dishes. Alastor had nothing in front of him but a cup of tea so black it could have been mistaken for coffee. He was quiet beside her, sipping from his tea periodically.
"You've changed." Her voice was quiet, admitting something that could get her in trouble, but knowing what to expect in her friend's response.
"Have I? Why, did you notice I got a new coat? It is quite the shade on me." Wyr didn't bother to chuckle, to buy into Alastor's brush-off. He didn't want to talk about it. She could play along. For a while. Wyr tried a new angle.
"Last night reminded me of old times. It's been forever since we went out on the town like that." And tortured a soul was left unspoken between them. Alastor grinned at her, and Wyr studied it closely. Softer at the edges, less twitching. It was probably genuine.
"I do enjoy our time together little witch. Even if I do disapprove of this deal you made with him."
"Is that why you're mad at me? Because I made a deal with Lucifer?" Alastor stiffened and his grin twitched. He sipped his tea, swallowed and his eyes swiveled towards Wyr.
"Do you think a trifle deal with Lucifer would bother me? Oh my dear, you're reaching."
Maybe she was…Or maybe she was right on track.
"Are you mad that Lucifer and I met up? Alastor, you gave him my-" There was a rush of shadows and radio static screeched loudly, cutting Wyr off. Oh yeah, he was mad.
"You assume I care about what a little witch gets up to during her spare time?" His voice grew distorted as his antlers sprouted from his head. His laughter was sinister and brutal.
"Your little crush is pathetic. It had been for decades." Wyr felt the sting and burn of his anger and withstood the damage. All these years, she had learnt a thing or two about Alastor. He hated having any weaknesses. He would rather burn it all down than admit he cared. Alastor continued as his neck cracked dangerously to one side. "You think I care if you fall over yourself to keep him around? It's embarrassing, but at least it serves for entertainment."
The accusation hit like a punch to the gut. It was like him to go for the marrow of your bones while sounding so flippant like they were talking about certain cuts of dresses. Wyr likened him to the feral cats in her village. You showed them kindness, you helped them, fed them, and they caught your mice, but one wrong move and they clawed your hand. Usually dying of cat scratch fever weeks later. Wyr swallowed dryly. Alastor had narrowed in what he knew her soft parts were. Hell she'd practically shown them to him since the day they met.
"That's not fair, Alastor-"
"It's not fair? My dear, we're in hell. Fair doesn't exist. And you and I both know, you deserve to be here just as much as I. You could have taken as much power as you wanted, we could have been at the top of the heap, but you let your heart get in the way." The way he sneered as he spoke made Wyr smaller than she'd ever been. Condescending and snide. "You may have been a mentor of mine, but I will not be caught up in your emotions. They are beneath you."
Wyr's anger finally sparked. Alastor always acted like he was an unfeeling beast, but they both knew how he felt. They both knew he had friends. He was quiet about it, silent actually, but there were ways to tell the people he held close. He had emotions. That was why he was lashing out. Wyr had to remind herself of this as she pushed back her chair and stood. Even dressed in pyjamas, looking like the mess she was, Wyr hadn't let a man get away with talking to her like she was nothing since she came down to Hell.
"That's enough Alastor."
The radio demon was standing now, leering over her like the monsters she had grown up thinking real demons were. His shadows writhed behind him and Wyr put her hands on her hips, fingers digging into her skin to keep her steady as she looked up at his demonic face. With a slow, deep breath she dug down, grounding her hooves on the floor and started bringing up her magic. She'd never needed souls for her power. Wyr had been born with magic and had made a deal for more as a human. Now, in Hell, closer to her patron than ever before and hundreds of years old…Wyr felt the air shift around her. The darkness of Alastor's shadows began to twitch and writhe as radio static clashed with an otherworldly murmur of cascading whispers.
"I have been down here for hundreds of years Alastor. I took you under my wing and gave you every opportunity." The room quaked with the weight of her voice in the air, echoing three times over. "So you're mad that I finally met the Devil? Boo. So you don't like my choices? Shame. But you'll show me the respect I'm due. Or I'll follow through on Lucifer's threat. Venison steaks, bloody."
The two powerhouses faced off. Tentacles snapped and curled agitated by the magic pulsing out from Wyr. She glared at him, eyes watering as she desperately just wanted to blink. Or go home and nap. Napping sounded great. In fact, she would go home, sleep for the whole day, and would eat the frozen pizza she'd been saving for dinner. Maybe have a stress-relieving cry too.
Alastor was the first to break. As soon as he was back to normal, sitting and sipping his tea, Wyr dropped the power, letting it rush from her bones until she staggered to her seat again, dizzy.
They were quiet for a moment until Wyr spoke in a tiny, quiet admission.
"You're my best friend. Lucifer won't change that. Whatever you might think, I'll support whatever it is you're doing here."
She took his tea cup and sipped from it. Sighing in relief at the strong bitter taste soothing her weak headache. Her fault for grabbing that much power at once. Beside her, Alastor waved his hand over the table, and a second tea cup appeared in front of Wyr. She gave his cup back to her and picked up her own.
Alastor didn't have a reply for her, but a shadow passed over his face and Wyr once again wondered just what exactly her friend was hiding from her.
