“I got this!” Lucifer and Alastor snapped in unison. The star finally met the top of the tree in a bright and sparkling manner. The strings of Lucifer’s showy magic collided with the black and green hues of the beam coming from Alastor’s. As the two trails of magic hit, the star fell on top and glowed as bright as the blinding sun.
Charlie ducked as Vaggi shielded her with a wing.
Alastor quickly covered his eyes with his arm and Lucifer stumbled backward in surprise.
The light soon dissipated. The topper was neatly placed and shining with the same heavenly hue as before, only now, it started to rain down sparkles.
Lucifer had gone to bed that night earlier than usual.
Alastor had retreated to his room after the much too festive cheer dear Charlie was putting on.
Lucifer’s eyes widened when the face staring back at him in a crumbling vanity was NOT his own. Alastor had paused in horror once he met his reflection that belonged to the king of hell.
Or,
Lucifer and Alastor swap bodies after accidentally clashing their magic while trying to handle a heavenly artifact for Christmas.
Their only way to revert it?
An act of true affection.