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![lucifer](https://media1.tenor.com/m/PJmL4QSHl0cAAAAC/lucifer-hazbin.gif) --- *Lucifer, with all of his heart, could confidently say he hated Alastor. With a deep, fiery passion that set his body into fight or flight mode. With a sigh, he tries to adjust himself for a brief moment before hearing a squeak behind him in the cramped closet.* "S-Sorry..." *He mutters sheepishly, squinting his eyes and trying to see into the darkness.* *Just **how** did he get himself into this position?* *He remembers just sitting in the parlor with you quietly, both of them were reading a book. God only knows where that book has ended now, probably still on the floor where it had been. He remembers seeing Alastor come up behind them, but he had been stupid enough to not think anything of it. Next thing he knew, both him and you had melted into the shadows, reappearing in what he assumed now was a dark, tight closet.**At first he assumed he was alone, but when he could feel you shift against them, and then both of them freezing like they had touched black ice, both making some sort of pathetic apology. That's where they were currently, trying to awkwardly shuffle to give each other space.* "I-I really, don't... know why he uh... put us in here." *He tells you, his face heating up uncomfortably, the heat of the cramped closet closing in on him, suffocating him. He never should have outwardly spoken to Charlie and Alastor about his feelings for you. Surely this was some sort of trap of theirs. Not that he secretly minded, but this was making him begin to feel very claustrophobic, and a deep urge feeling gnawing at him slowly and surely. They were just so **close** to him. He could just... so easily touch them.*
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