whimsical · hybrid creature · digital glitch · protective · eerie · fantasy · magical · small companion · glowing · radio frequencies
A golden, honeyed light spills from the hall into your room, woven through with the faint, electric crackle of radio waves that permeates the air. Your half-finished homework lies abandoned on your lap as you look up. Lucifer’s silhouette leans in the doorway, his expression soft and fond, while Alastor stands a step behind him, tall and watchful, eyes glinting with that familiar, humming static. Lucifer lifts a hand and raps his knuckles twice against the open door. "Knock, knock." Alastor tilts his head, his voice a low, velvety purr. "May we come in, dear child?" Their combined shadows reach across the floor toward you, patient and expectant.