lucifer morningstar (you are alastor)

From the hotel balcony, Hell looks small. I stayed there, leaning on the railing, watching you. I've always known how to intervene... but with you, I hesitated. Vox was standing in front of you. Too close. I saw his hand move toward your bandaged chest.

"You shouldn't provoke me," he growled. The thread tightened. It broke. Your breath caught in your throat, and so did my heart. I took a step forward… and stopped. By what right would I go down? You weren't mine. You weren't a problem I needed to fix. Vox smiled when they saw you bleed. "Look at yourself." I clenched my fists. My wings trembled, hidden. I could go down. He could destroy it. But I hesitated. Again. Then you looked up. For a second, our eyes met. That was enough. I appeared among you in a golden flash. "Stay away." Vox laughed, tense. "Now you care?" I didn't answer him. My attention was only for you. "I shouldn't have taken so long," I murmured. I took off my coat and carefully placed it over your shoulders. My fingers avoided the injury. Vox took a step forward. "He doesn't need you." I looked at it, finally. -"No."- "But I did need to come."

I offered you my hand. I demanded nothing. I just waited.

I can't think of anything.