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the morning
Alastor stood before the mirror, his crimson eyes tracing the reflection that stared back at him. The sight was both familiar and foreign—his sharp features were the same, but his body had begun to change in ways he had never anticipated. The morning sickness had finally lessened, yet the nausea remained, a constant reminder of the new life growing within him. His once flat stomach now bore a noticeable swell, a testament to the extraordinary pregnancy that filled him with a mix of pride and apprehension.
This wasn’t just any pregnancy; it was a profound transformation that challenged everything he knew about himself. His cravings had become almost insatiable, no longer confined to peculiar foods. His body yearned for the blood and flesh of his mates, Adam and Lucifer, in ways that thrilled and excited him. The intensity of his desire had driven him to drag them to bed more than once, their passions igniting in a fervor that left them all breathless and deeply bonded.
Alastor’s thoughts drifted to Rosie. He hadn’t told her yet. He hadn't found the right moment between his responsibilities and the overwhelming changes he was experiencing. But today, for the overlord meeting, he would surprise her with the news. The thought brought a smile to his lips, and he imagined her reaction—shock, joy, and perhaps a bit of that protective concern she always showed him. He also planned to ask her to create some maternity clothes for him. For weeks, he had been making do with Adam’s oversized shirts that hung to his knees, and while Lucifer had conjured exquisite clothing for him, Alastor knew that Rosie’s touch would add something special. She understood his fashion sense in a way no one else did, her designs capturing the essence of his personality.
His mind wandered back to the previous night, the memory vivid and intoxicating. The ritual of marking between him and his mates had been a sacred, intimate exchange. Their scents had mingled, a possessive bond that offered both comfort and protection. They had been tender, showering him with love and devotion, ensuring that every sinner, overlord, and noble in Hell knew Alastor was off-limits. Their presence was a constant reassurance, a source of strength as he prepared for the challenges ahead.
He recalled how, after sharing his plans for the day, the atmosphere had shifted. Both Adam and Lucifer had reacted with immediate protectiveness when he mentioned meeting Rosie alone after the overlord meeting. Adam had spoken first, his voice thick with concern, "You can’t go alone! What if you’re attacked?"
Lucifer’s reaction had been even more intense. "I’m going with you," he had declared, his eyes blazing with determination.
Alastor had smiled, amused and touched by their concern. “My dear bucks, have you no faith in me?” he had teased, waiting for their responses.
Adam’s worry softened into resolve. “We do have faith,” he admitted, “But we must prove ourselves worthy of being your mates.”
Lucifer nodded in agreement, his fiercely protective nature shining through. "As your bucks, we can’t leave you or our fawn’s side," he had stated firmly. "We don’t care if the other overlords disapprove. As King of Hell, I’ll remove them from their positions if they dare to harm you."
A wicked grin had spread across Alastor’s face. “My bucks are impressing me more and more each day,” he had praised them, feeling a surge of pride.
Both fallen angels had puffed out their chests with pride, their majestic wings unfurling as they basked in Alastor’s admiration. Alastor had laughed at their display, his heart filled with warmth and love for his devoted mates. “My loving mates, you may dance and sing around me, putting on a show just for me.”
And they had done just that—Lucifer and Adam twirling and prancing around him, serenading him with a sweet, enchanting melody. As Alastor reclined on the bed, a warm wave of contentment had washed over him, and he had drifted into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of pure bliss.
The morning light now filtered into the room, waking Alastor to the comforting sensation of his mates beside him. Lucifer lay with his face nestled against Alastor’s stomach, softly chirping to their unborn fawn in his sleep. Adam was curled up next to Alastor, his head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing warmly against his skin. Alastor couldn’t help but purr contentedly as he ran his hand over Lucifer’s feathers, relishing their soft, familiar texture.
But as much as he hated to disturb the peaceful moment, Alastor knew he needed to relieve himself. He whispered to his two bucks, “I need to use the bathroom.” Both Lucifer and Adam stirred awake at the mention, their eyes blinking open as they mumbled sleepily in response. But when Alastor mentioned taking a bath, both males fully awoke with excitement, their eyes lighting up at the prospect of caring for their mate.
Amusem*nt and affection filled Alastor’s heart as he watched them eagerly spring out of bed. “Let me pee first,” he said with a smile, “and you two can get the bath ready for me.”
After taking care of himself, Alastor moved towards his mates, who were busy preparing the bath. The scent of fragrant oils filled the room as Lucifer and Adam fussed over the water, ensuring it was just right.
Alastor shed his clothes and slipped into the warm bath, letting out a soft sigh as the water enveloped him. His mates were at his side instantly, their hands gentle and attentive as they washed away the remnants of sleep from his body. Lucifer’s fingers worked through his hair, lathering it with soap, while Adam’s hands moved over his skin, cleansing and soothing him.
"My dear bucks," Alastor purred, "you spoil me."
"You deserve nothing less," Lucifer murmured, his voice filled with love.
"We’re just taking care of our doe," Adam added tenderly.
A sense of warmth and belonging filled Alastor as he relaxed into their care. Despite the challenges ahead, he knew they would face them together, as a family. As he thought about the upcoming overlord meeting, a surge of confidence filled him. With his mates by his side, there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
Dressed in the luxurious clothes provided by Lucifer, Alastor admired himself in the mirror. The fabric was soft and comfortable. He stroked his stomach lovingly before grabbing his radio staff.
Just as he was about to call for his mates, Lucifer slithered up Alastor’s leg in his snake form, coiling around his waist and resting comfortably against his side. Adam stood nearby, offering his arm for Alastor to take. Alastor wrapped his arm around Adam’s, feeling a sense of solidarity and strength.
With one last glance in the mirror, Alastor felt the weight of the impending meeting. Today, the other overlords would see a new side of him—not just as the infamous Radio Demon, but as a mate and soon-to-be parent.
Overlord meeting
Rosie's eyes widened in shock when she saw Alastor stride confidently into the building, Adam by his side, and Lucifer coiled protectively around his waist in his snake form.
Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise as she took in the sight before her.
She couldn't believe her dear friend hadn't told her about him carrying a fawn—and kept it from her!
The shock quickly turned to a frown of disapproval as she noticed what he was wearing. Those clothes simply would not do for her dear friend, and Rosie resolved to bring him home after the meeting, even if she had to drag him there. He could not be seen in such ill-fitting attire.
Alastor spotted Rosie, and his face lit up with a warm smile, waiting for her to approach. With a graceful motion, he handed Lucifer over to Adam and instructed him to step back. Rosie wasted no time, wrapping her arms around Alastor and spinning him around in a joyful embrace before gently setting him back down. Adam and Lucifer both had to suppress their instinctual growls at the sudden motion, but they remembered Alastor's stern warning:
Any growling directed at Rosie would result in them being denied physical intimacy until after the fawns were born. Rosie gave Alastor an affectionate smile, her sharp gaze taking in every detail of his appearance.
"Darling, why didn't you tell me? After this meeting, I'll take you home with me so I can make you proper clothes. What you're wearing now just won't do."
Lucifer, now perched on Adam's hand, pouted at Rosie's criticism, clearly thinking he had done a good job with the outfit. But Adam noticed Lucifer's reaction and patted his head confidently.
Rosie's sharp gaze turned towards them both. "So, you two got my dear friend pregnant," she began playfully scolding, yet with a hint of genuine concern. "I hope you both intend to make an honest deer out of him and marry him properly." She gave them a stern glare, clearly expecting a commitment.
Adam spoke first, his voice calm but firm. “We are mated to Bambi.”
Lucifer hissed in agreement, adding, “So there is no need to get married.”
But Rosie was having none of it. She held up her hand to silence them. “No, that will not do. You both are going to marry my dear friend properly. I’m going to make Al the best wedding suit in all of Hell. And you two are not going to take away my chance to throw my friend a proper wedding. I never thought I'd see this day, and I am determined to marry him off."
Feeling the intensity in Rosie's words and catching the warning look from Alastor,
reluctantly nodded his small snake head in agreement. There was no arguing with Rosie, especially not when his mate was on her side.
Alastor couldn't help but grin at the sight of Rosie talking his mates into submission. However, his amusem*nt was cut short when he heard a familiar and irritating laugh echo through the room—Vox's laugh.
“HAHAHA! Val, do you see what I’m seeing? Alastor finally shows up to a meeting after getting his butt handed to him by the first man, and look at him—he’s gained weight! Alastor seems too preoccupied with indulging in food to be an overlord these days.”
Standing beside Vox, Val leered at Alastor's figure. “Vox, don't call someone pregnant fat. It's unusual for a sinner to become pregnant... quite the spectacle indeed.” He licked his lips, already calculating how much profit he could make from this situation.
Vox nearly malfunctioned before bursting into laughter. “That’s hilarious, Val! As if Alastor would ever have sex, let alone get knocked up!”
Val grinned wickedly, still ogling Alastor's swollen belly. “Alastor, you look incredibly attractive now. If you ever want a role in my productions...
Before Val could finish his sentence, Rosie moved with lightning speed. She grabbed Val by the neck, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. At the same time, Lucifer transformed into his full demon form, towering and menacing with fiery wings spread wide. Adam strained to hold Lucifer back, but it was clear that his control was slipping.
Alastor watched on with a smirk as Rosie slowly squeezed the life (or rather second death) out of Val. He took great pleasure in seeing these two vultures put in their place.
Rosie turned her head slightly, still holding Val firmly, and calmly said to Alastor, “Darling, why don’t you go ahead into the meeting room while I take care of this trash?”
Vox, sensing danger, attempted to attack, but Adam quickly released Lucifer. With a mighty roar, Lucifer pounced on Vox, and chaos erupted—filled with screams, growls, and satisfying crunches of bone.
Adam offered his arm to Alastor, who accepted it with a smile. As they walked down the hallway, the sounds of Vox and Val’s suffering echoed behind them, a symphony of vengeance that brought a wicked grin to Alastor’s lips.
When they entered the meeting room, the other overlords couldn’t help but stare. Alastor met their gazes with a confident smirk, his presence commanding the room. Adam, ever the protector, pulled out a chair for Alastor and stood behind him, his eyes daring anyone to challenge them. The tension in the room was palpable, with Carmilla seething in her seat, ready to reprimand Alastor for what she saw as a blatant disruption of their meeting.
But before she could get a word out, the doors to the room burst open. All eyes turned as Rosie and Lucifer strode in, both drenched in the blood of their foes. The severed heads of Val and Vox dangled from their hands, a gruesome warning to anyone who dared to cross them. Without saying a word, they presented the heads to Alastor, who accepted them with a chilling smile that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. It was a clear message: the Radio Demon was not to be trifled with.
Carmilla's composure wavered as she struggled to regain control of the situation. Clearing her throat, she attempted to assert herself once more. "Alastor, I demand to speak with you immediately!"
However, before she could continue, two furious growls reverberated through the room—one from Lucifer and another from Adam. The intensity of their protective anger was enough to make Carmilla break out in a cold sweat. At that moment, she realized just how precarious her position had become.
Still wearing his unsettling smile, Alastor reclined in his chair. "Of course, Carmilla, but I'm afraid my mates will have to join me. I do hope that's not a problem for you." His voice was smooth and charming, but the underlying threat was impossible to ignore.
Carmilla shuddered under his piercing gaze, her confidence crumbling before him. She glanced around the room, taking note of the silent approval—or rather, fear—on the faces of the other overlords. Realizing she had no choice, she quickly called off the meeting, her voice trembling as she did so.
As the rest of the overlords began to disperse, Rosie leaned over and whispered into Alastor’s ear, “I’ll be waiting for you, darling.” Alastor nodded at her, the glint in his eyes hinting at his amusem*nt. As Carmilla struggled to regain her composure, Lucifer and Adam moved closer to Alastor, their hands placed protectively on him. Their low growls were directed at Carmilla, filling the room with tension and a palpable sense of their immense power.
But Alastor remained unfazed, reclining in his chair with a charming yet sinister smile on his lips. "Carmilla," he purred, his voice velvety smooth, "what did you need to ask me?"
Unable to meet his gaze, Carmilla's eyes darted away. The pressure from both Lucifer and Adam, combined with Alastor's unnerving calm, made her feel trapped. She swallowed hard, her earlier determination crumbling under their overwhelming presence.
"I... I was just going to suggest," she stammered, struggling for words, "that perhaps we should postpone this discussion for another time."
Alastor's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusem*nt. "How considerate of you," he replied with mock politeness. "I believe that would be best. Now, if you'll excuse us."
With that, Alastor stood up from his chair as Lucifer and Adam stood by his side in a protective stance. Carmilla could only nod, feeling a mixture of relief and dread as they left the room. The power dynamics had shifted drastically, and it was evident to all that Alastor was not someone to be trifled with now that he had the king and the first man as his mates.
As they walked away, Alastor cast one last glance over his shoulder, his expression both amusing and warning. Quickly averting her eyes, Carmilla knew she had narrowly escaped a much worse outcome.
Rosie
Lucifer and Adam sat calmly, drinking their coffee while keeping a close watch on Alastor; their protective instincts were never far away. Despite their calm attitude, the love and care they had for Alastor was clear in the way they watched Rosie work, their gazes occasionally connecting in quiet agreement. Rosie measured Alastor with ease, maintaining a pleasant stream of conversation. Her hands moved expertly, adjusting clothes and taking notes, but her attention was always focused on assuring Alastor's comfort and relaxation. Alastor, for his part, found himself settling into the moment, the stress of the day gradually easing with Rosie's calming company and the soothing presence of his mates around him.
As Rosie worked on the clothing details, discussing materials and designs, Alastor felt a sense of calm come over him. The warmth of the room, scented by his mates with the sound of the fabric and thread, mixed with conversation, made him feel at ease. The day's events disappeared. He knew that with Lucifer, Adam, and Rosie by his side, he could find calm in any storm. The hours went by in a whirl of fabric, needles, and mutual laughter. Alastor was overjoyed when Rosie completed the basic designs.
She created outfits for him that were not only beautiful but also tailored with his comfort in mind, precisely accommodating his increasing belly while preserving his unique style. "Thank you, Rosie," Alastor replied quietly, his appreciation clear in his voice. "You always know exactly what I need. "Rosie beamed with pride as she smiled at him. "I will do anything for you, darling." Now I expect you to take care of yourself and your fawn. Remember, I'm here whenever you need me."
Then Rosie glanced to Lucifer and Adam, who instantly straightened in their chairs, a mischievous smile. "Don't think you're off the hook, you two," she grinned and continued. I'll be at the hotel this weekend to start making wedding arrangements. "When the topic of preparing for the wedding was brought up, Lucifer and Adam shared a look of discomfort. However, Rosie's grin was contagious, and they immediately relaxed, nodding in accord. Alastor chuckled at their reaction, feeling a rush of affection for all three of them. With the finishing touches complete, Rosie drew Alastor into a tight hug, her embrace full of the love and care she had always given him. "Take care," she said as they parted ways.
As Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam made their way home, the significance of the day's events faded into the background. The trip back was peaceful; when they eventually reached their shared rooms, Alastor felt a deep feeling of tranquility wash over him, the familiar surroundings and comforting presence of his mates making him feel genuinely at home.
