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“I sit and watch you reading with your
Head low
I wake and watch you breathing with your
Eyes closed
I sit and watch you
And notice everything you do or don't do”
Tolerate It – Taylor Swift
Lilith left her room quietly, her purple gown flowing as she moved, the steady sound of her heels echoing through the empty corridors, through the many doors of several rooms that had lost their purpose over time, libraries of untouched books, old pianos and instruments that no one played anymore.
The only rooms in use now were Charlie's, Lucifer's workshop, and the master bedroom.
No.
That was a lie, wasn't it?
Only theirs and the workshop, and would she even consider theirs occupied? Where the two people who were meant to live there barely spoke to each other? Where she now mostly slept alone while her husband was locked down in his workshop?
Yes, only one room was in use.
And that wouldn't change after tonight.
Lilith made her way towards the dining room, another unused area, neither of them could make it on time anymore, and she could blame herself, but was it really accurate? After countless times of telling him she was running late, telling him she would wait.
Yet each time he apologized, again and again, telling her to dine outside, his angelic excuse of perseverance always at the forefront.
Wasn't her simple company something he adored?
And tonight, she managed to adjust her schedule, or rather, discard it altogether, because she couldn't bear it any longer, and Lucifer was finally out.
It was all too much.
She couldn't go on living stagnant, no matter how much her people were alive and thriving out there, every night when she came back, the ghosts of her past would haunt her, a crushing weight dragging her down.
It broke her heart to see it this way, especially since her husband's condition was not his to blame, their punishment ultimately too heavy for him to bear.
Too heavy for her to heal.
Lilith turned her eyes to the table in front of her, it was as long as one would expect in a royal palace, for at least twelve people, in this particular case reserved for the Sins and other royal entities that would visit occasionally.
Yet not a single reunion had taken place in at least two hundred years.
The queen looked to her left and then to her right, only one chair left on each side.
There had been a time when hers had been right next to Lucifer's, and there had been no place, no permanent position, for them either, especially after Charlie was born, the scratches of her spoon and small claw marks still visible within the wood.
A sign of life.
And at what point were the chairs separated? She couldn't remember, the staff always moved them, and Lucifer always brought them closer together.
But at some point, it all halted.
And she had no intention of moving them.
No amount of physical distance could compensate for what was already too far apart.
A bottle of white wine manifested in her hand, there was no particular brand in mind, there was no celebration, no coquetry, there was just wine, white because Lucifer was never one for bitter things.
The decision she had made was enough for the night.
As she placed the bottle at the center she turned slowly to the cupboard behind her, opened it slowly and looked carefully inside, they had thousands of dinnerware from the millennia of their lives, they could choose one for every day of the year if they wanted and never run out.
Trivial things really, all fancy shit she couldn't deny she was involved in buying more and more of.
She sighed and glanced back at the table.
What could she use?
The dining table didn't even have a mantelpiece, the bare wood on full display.
Lilith thought there was no need for one.
Then she looked back into the cupboard, the fine polished dishes staring back at her with her own reflection, her purple dress shining through.
Yes, that might do the trick.
Lilith carefully moved two sets of plates until she found the one, she was looking for, a white set with softly curved lavender ruffles, finished with hand-painted gold rims.
She only took two large dishes and two pairs of matching forks and knives.
There would not be a full course meal today.
She carefully set the table, adding lavender cloth napkins and a glass of wine for each.
However, when Lilith returned to the center to pick up the bottle, she cast a glance at the setting, her eyes moving to each corner.
She wouldn't move the chairs.
But still.
It all looked too bland.
Even for the occasion.
She placed the bottle back down in the center and turned, her heels still the only sound echoing through the empty palace as she reached for the kitchen's back door.
The air outside was rather cold for Hell, an odd occurrence, but it could also be her nerves, she walked through a paved path in her garden, vines decorating the wall and bushes with flowers that could only thrive in Hell, mostly carnivorous and full of thorns.
All still beautiful to her eyes.
But Lucifer couldn't see that.
Then she reached their greenhouse, stained glass covering it throughout, different colors dancing between the red light of her realm, shapes of trees and stars that once belonged to Eden carefully pieced together along each wall.
It was her first wedding anniversary present.
Lilith opened the door and stepped inside, golden magic flowing through her as she crossed a barrier.
And like the outside, inside lay a small piece of paradise, an ecosystem built by the angelic remnant of Lucifer's power, the aisle of fauna infinite despite the small frame of the outside.
When he still loved to create.
Lilith walked among the flowers: roses, lilies, orchids, marigolds and more, lined up around her, thriving as they would on earth, she checked on them every day, watering and caring for them, sometimes even voicing her laments, such a simple thing that brought her solace when any of her problems would spark rumors and unnecessary chatter if they fell on the wrong ears.
So, it was her and her flowers.
A pink patch suddenly caught her attention.
Dicentra.
Shaped like a heart, topped with a drop of white, the stem naturally curved, cascading in a display of sadness and nostalgia.
A bleeding heart.
Lilith silently plucked a few stems from the bush, conjuring a slender glass vase in her hands and placing them inside. Then she walked back to the entrance, contemplating her garden, a gift from a past she cherished, tended to for years, never a chore, never an obligation to keep it running, if anything, it was truly a place of comfort.
A place she would miss.
Lilith made her way back to the dining room, the clock almost marking seven in the evening, the moment when Lucifer would return home after a court session, courts he hated. Long gone were the days when, despite the violent nature of those gatherings, he would come home with one of the Sins, a way to relax after such harsh subjects.
But it had been years since then, and years since Lucifer had even attended one, which was a strange thing now, making this particular occasion a stroke of luck, a time when she could be alone in the palace, dismissing the entire staff and planning the evening.
Her stomach sank.
She placed the vase in the center, carefully moving the stems so that there were equal amounts of petals on each side, but the flowers wouldn't stop falling to the left.
Her side.
Was her heart so torn that even the flowers perceived her emotions? Was her sorrow so apparent?
She gave up trying to fight their placement and instead just checked the clock again.
Twenty minutes to seven.
With a snap of her fingers, food was placed on each plate, nothing too elaborate, her choice was fish, salmon, cooked in butter and seasoned with a simple sauce, potatoes and green beans on the side.
It would be cruel to choose one of Lucifer's favorites today.
Then she noticed that the wine had not been served.
Ten more minutes.
Lilith picked up the bottle, opened it without incident, and carefully approached Lucifer's side, pouring the wine almost halfway into the glass, but as she finished serving, she noticed something.
There was a stain.
It was small, unnoticeable only to her ever-exact scrutiny of things.
He wouldn't notice, he wouldn't care.
And yet.
She picked up the glass and looked at it, there was some loose dust on the outside, nothing a cloth couldn't clean, so she raised the skirt of her dress and wiped it carefully and quickly, she then held the glass up to the light again to verify her work, it was pristine now.
Unnecessary, wasn't it? Perfection for an evening that would change their lives maybe forever.
She looked up.
Five minutes.
She moved to her side and poured half a glass for herself as well, then walked back to the center and placed the bottle in the middle, then overlooked the entire table.
It was just.
Enough.
Lilith's ear suddenly caught the sizzling magic at the entrance and the sound of heels delicately hitting the floor, approaching the dining room door behind her.
Before they could reach her, she began to walk to her side, the sound of the door opening and the footsteps following right behind her, but immediately heading in the opposite direction.
She reached her chair and turned.
Her lilacs locked with Lucifer's rubies.
His gaze was soft, his smile nervous, his hat and coat gone, and he was simply a man before her, her husband, the father of her beautiful daughter, a former angel for whom she would still give the world.
Yet somehow it had all led up to this moment.
Lucifer snapped his fingers, bringing her out of her thoughts as a soft piano piece began to play, he nodded his head gently and she could only smile and nod back.
The two of them sat down.
The music played almost hauntingly as Lucifer quietly took a sip of his wine, his gaze now meeting hers with his head bowed, it was shy yet cold, as if he wanted to hide from her, as if he did not want to be in this room or in her company.
Had her love become a mere thing to be tolerated?
"How was court?" Lilith asked, breaking the ice as she sipped at her wine, trying to distract herself from her countless thoughts.
Lucifer put down his wine as if to talk, but didn't look back at her.
‘Why?’
"It was... you know Lily how these things go, disrespect, politics, Satan handled it as usual," he said with fake laugh as he clumsily grabbed the napkin and unfolded it to place it on his lap.
That was as much as Lucifer would say, and not because he didn't want to, but because Lilith knew that if she kept asking, there would be no precise truth, Lucifer wasn't paying attention anymore, not to anything.
Perhaps not even to her.
Lucifer began to eat, the sound of utensils moving and cutting against the plate filling the room, the music also matching in volume.
And Lilith just watched.
She couldn't eat, couldn't think, the noise increasing, her senses overwhelming.
Shouldn’t all her love and efforts be celebrated?
The love and their fall she would never question, Heaven wasn't reliable to her since the moment they forced her to lie with Adam, she wouldn't submit to him, her decision to flee came before she even met Lucifer.
Rather, before him, she thought her world wouldn't change, that angels would come after her and force her to have intercourse with the first man until she became pregnant, her future was sealed, to be the mother of many with the love of none.
But the angel who came for her was a force of rebellion.
His mind, his ideas, even though his insecurity was high due to the constant invalidation of his siblings, were wonderful, his plans for creation were everything she'd want, and she made sure to make him feel listened to, to encourage him.
And he did the same for her, he never criticized her reasons for independence, his love for free will was greater than the fruit that granted it.
So, to love him was never a matter of a last resort.
To love Lucifer was to choose to love herself.
And she would fall with him again, would agree to give the apple to Eve, to be cursed and denigrated by Heaven, if it meant not losing him.
Which is why she didn't want this to be the end result.
Losing him was never an option, but still...
How much longer would she be able to keep this up?
The man before her was a shell of his former self, no matter how much she tried.
And she did, ever since they fell, amidst all the blood and fallen feathers, to reassure him that they would pull through, that this would not be their end, that their love would thrive among the hellfire and they would become something stronger.
Lilith will always remember that desperate kiss, the consolation that they were both alive despite the changes their bodies had undergone, how they lay in silence, her arms wrapped around Lucifer as the remnants of his wings tried to cover them all.
In that moment, their love was everlasting, a promise of eternity, greater than any wedding vows they would ever make.
And in the beginning, Lucifer tried as well, they both built Hell from the ground up as the Sins manifested, fallen angels following his beliefs, it was a rather peaceful time, learning their powers and laying the groundwork for their realm.
It was when the news of Cain broke that both of them felt the consequences of their actions for the first time.
Because to take someone's life, to shorten their lifespan, and out of jealousy of everything, how could that happen?
And then the sinners began to arrive, most of whom didn't comprehend why they were there, while others had committed crimes of the same caliber as Cain, or worse.
It became her and Lucifer's mission to repair it, to take the evil they were given and try to heal it, resolve it, and redeem those souls if possible. But Heaven wouldn't listen, their punishment was a fresh wound they wouldn't try to mend anytime soon, so the best they could do was provide shelter for those who sought it.
And as time passed and the sinners multiplied and their sins intensified, Lucifer's light began to dim, and as a monarchy was established in Hell, he began to retreat behind the veil of royalty. Performing with the Sins was only the beginning, as he began to divert his sorrows with leisure activities.
Lilith certainly couldn't deny that she enjoyed the lifestyle, throwing parties and acquiring whatever she needed at her whim was not only entertaining but convenient, as Queen her voice was heard, her plans were carried out, the sinners trusted her as their leader. And with her music, she could empower them, especially when she realized that Heaven would never give them a chance, a way to reassure them that although Hell was their ‘punishment’, they could thrive here, they could find some sort of peaceful afterlife in between the madness.
But of course, this was tricky to achieve, sins came in layers and their own gift of free will made crimes of all kinds prevalent, this was never going to be a peaceful kingdom, but would it hurt to try? To manage it and salvage the good?
To empower those who, like themselves, had been wronged in life?
The sound of a utensil being placed on a plate snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked back at Lucifer, who remained silent as he took another sip of his wine.
No comment was made.
There was no glance back.
There was a time when even a small sigh from her would have caused him to ask, frantically, what's wrong.
But her plate had been untouched for Satan knows how many minutes, and Lucifer didn't even notice.
Lilith felt her chest tighten.
Gone was the attentive, caring angel.
Had her dream driven them so far apart?
This question led her back into her own mind, through the millennia of memories, of everything she could have done to make Lucifer decline as he had, to make him find no joy in creation, to make him this uncaring.
When did her love become so lacking?
She had always cared for him, despite her eventual disagreements with their realm, she had always loved him back, reassuring him and understanding his hardships, sitting through his public complaints about sinners, laughing at the jokes and then comforting him when he cried as nightmares haunted him at dawn.
And so was he, who was she to deny that fact.
Supportive, always giving her what she needed, never refusing her proposals, signing without thinking, giving her complete trust.
He never disrespected her free will, never questioned her actions.
And yet.
Why did she still feel unsupported? So alone in ruling over their kingdom.
Why did she feel as if she had no one to stand by her side?
She couldn't fix him, she knew that much by now, when the nights were darkest, when Lucifer wouldn't cooperate nor sleep or eat, when he wouldn't move nor listen, his angelic essence spilling out, his mind spiraling out of control and her words unable to bring him back to sanity.
But there was never any thought of leaving, only of assisting him as best she could, trying to get help from Belphegor and the other Sins, reinforcing his careless behavior, letting him live a life of illusory freedom to simulate what he had in Heaven.
And if that could make her husband happy, she would let him have it.
After all, didn't he reaffirm his love for her and put her concerns to rest by giving her everything and more when Charlie was conceived?
He was even the first to bring up the subject, the first to notice her longing gaze at the Goetia children, always offering to babysit, always there to take care of anyone on the staff who got pregnant, making baby blankets and buying thoughtful gifts, always the aunt ready to read bedtime stories and sing lullabies.
When Lucifer brought the question up, she cried.
Such a selfish wish from her, a child? In Hell? It was too much to ask of him, there was no solution, the realization of her surroundings set in for the first time, her insecurities and her own thinking spilling over like an open faucet.
Lucifer would never agree to this.
"All right, let's try for one, don't cry, we'll make it work, Lily, I promise."
His words still echoed in her mind to this day, the way his gaze was tender, soft, reassuring, there was no doubt, no fear.
Only love and understanding.
Yet Heaven would not even give them that moment of peace, and everything quickly turned to pain.
Loss after loss, the never-ending nature of her body betraying her again and again, her own punishment clear, the folklore of Earth becoming her truth.
But Lucifer never once left her side, trying to work out solutions, sleeping next to her, trying to infuse each baby with angelic essence, and even when it failed, he wouldn't give up, not as long as she didn't.
He would talk to her about it, but never choose for her, only to ensure that her mind was well, reassure her that if she needed a rest, he would wait, and promise that if she changed her decision, they would try again.
She could only cry in his arms, her heart breaking more and more, this was the first time she felt completely hopeless, without enough strength to go on.
So, they quit trying.
And their love only grew from there, finding more time for each other, little escapades, and overextended breakfasts on the bed, soft kisses in the morning, and dances in the afternoon.
A renewal of their bows, a new promise of forever, even if it might be just the two of them for eternity.
A year later, she was pregnant again.
And the only thing she could feel was fear.
But she would try.
They would try.
Lucifer never left her side after the news, wrapping her in his healing and nurturing magic every second of the day, noticing how the few times he had done the same in the past, the baby had made it further.
It was complicated at first, bed rest and staying mainly at home wasn't something she enjoyed, her nature told her to keep going, not to let anything keep her in a stagnant state, which led them to a couple of fights. But it was all laid to rest as she made it past the fifth month of her pregnancy, pushing her intrusive thoughts away and focusing solely on her baby, a baby who kicked and rolled and brought joyful tears to her eyes with every sign of life.
And Lucifer just sulked in happiness. singing to their little one and creating the silliest things for her arrival: the crib, the room, paintings of Eden on the walls.
Her angel was alive again.
They both were.
And for a moment, she thought she would lose it all again at Charlie's birth.
When she was born without a cry, it felt as if Heaven was mocking her, giving her false hope and then ripping it from her feet at the last moment, laughing in her misery.
All she remembers is screaming, clinging to her baby's limp body until Lucifer abruptly took her from her arms.
He flew away, and she crawled desperately, almost falling off the bed as Belphegore and a midwife grabbed her by both arms.
She thought she would never see her baby again, all she remembered was white feathers and golden light covering the room, Lucifer sheltering him and the baby from the outside world as his wings enveloped them both.
Those seconds felt like an eternity, she was still crying, screaming at the top of her lungs, begging Lucifer not to take her away.
Part of her knew he wouldn't.
But another part of her was terrified that he was trying to avoid her pain, to protect her from the horrors of her unborn baby, to erase her from her mind, a selfish act of love to keep her safe.
Then she heard her baby crying.
And she felt herself stop breathing, her body falling limply to the bed, supporting herself with her elbows.
The golden light faded, and Lucifer opened his wings, his arms slowly swaddling the baby in his arms.
Their baby.
Alive.
Breathing.
Crying.
And then he turned and slowly flew to her, their foreheads touching as he reassured her that everything was all right, placing their little one on her bare chest and slipping into bed with her, his healing magic reaching every part of her aching body and covering them both with his wings.
It was a moment she wished would last forever, Charlie breathing and cooing beside her, and her husband at her side, planting tender kisses and whispering reassuring words about how they would always defy Heaven and thrive despite their punishment.
If only they could have stayed like that, frozen in time.
If only those promises didn't slowly fade as Charlie grew and became as rebellious as she was, as Lucifer had once been as well.
There was a point where she was sure that Lucifer was afraid to show their child too much of Heaven, of its magic and creation, but she would never stop telling Charlie those stories, telling her how amazing her father was and is, she wouldn't let her believe that he had somehow given up.
She came to that conclusion on her own.
Which was why there was only one room occupied in the palace now. They clashed a few years ago, Charlie's ideas for redemption squashed by Lucifer's own insecurities, something Lilith had been trying to fix for ages.
It ended with them fighting, and their daughter leaving.
And now it had brought them here.
Because now she had more purpose to pursue her dreams, to not set limits and to strive for more, to defy Heaven or to make them realize that redemption was possible, and even if she would not ask Charlie to join her at first, she would be the motivation she needed to keep trying to succeed and accomplish more.
However, she couldn't do that with the weight of her husband pulling her down, his demeanor had worsened since their daughter left, his eyes darker and his indifference to her affection greater, their distance longer with each passing day.
The dagger at her heart pressing harder every second.
"Lucifer," she said, taking a moment before the last words could finally escape her.
He didn’t move
"I'm leaving."
Silence.
Lucifer remained unfaced, delicately slicing the fish.
Was he not listening?
"Lucifer, I'm leaving, it's over, I can't do this anymore," she explained, making herself clear.
But Lucifer didn't even glance at her.
And Lilith's heart rate increased, anger building as she rose from her chair, no longer able to be there, yet wanting to see if her movement would wake Lucifer from his own detachment.
Nothing.
Lilith began to pace furiously towards the door, because if this was the kind of closure he wanted, then so be it, she was too tired.
But as she cracked it open, she halted.
No.
She turned and headed for the table, grabbing her glass and throwing it furiously against the wall, the shattering echoing through the room as the music had somehow stopped at some time during the night.
Lucifer still did not stir.
"Lucifer, look at me!" she begged, desperately trying to meet her husband's gaze.
He kept cutting the meat, unperturbed.
"Lucifer, please!" she cried again, this time tossing her plate and utensils to the floor, "I'm telling you I'm walking away, and this is all you're going to do? Simply let me go?!" she screamed.
Silence.
In an attempt to get his attention, she climbed onto the table.
Would her desperation make him look? Was this what he wanted? A performance?
At this point, she knew she was tarnishing his image, because she knew her lover's psyche better than anyone.
Still, she couldn't fathom why the love of her life for ten thousand years wouldn't even acknowledge her when she announced she was leaving.
"Please," she said as she crawled to him, the last pull of their invisible thread unwilling to snap, her heart bleeding on the table in full view.
All she wanted was an answer.
And the only thing she got back was silence.
"You won't fight it? You won't even question? Wasn't I your Heaven? Your muse?" Lilith asked as she closed the distance between them, exasperated, knocking the vase of flowers and the bottle of wine to the ground in an attempt to get his attention for once, "At what point did my love become something you just seem to tolerate!" she took a quick breath, "Please..." she pleaded.
But the angel who had once plummeted into the literal pits of Hell for her was no longer in front of her.
She continued to narrow their gap, tossing his empty plate, and using one hand to tilt his head up, the only way to force him to finally look at her.
His eyes were vacant, expressionless.
Lilith realized she was begging for scraps, the main character she had once been in his story reduced to a footnote scrawled in the corner.
She didn’t matter to him anymore.
Still, she would give it one more try.
"Lu, please," her voice implored, " Tell me this is all in my head, please, tell me you still love me, us, I don't even need you to fight, I just, I want you by my side, please love," she continued as she cupped her angel's face, "Please Lucifer," her voice quivered as her other hand began to reach for Lucifer's resting on the table,
"Tell me I've got it all wrong, please-"
Lucifer flinched at the touch of her hand and released in an instant.
And then Lilith let go completely, looking down at her husband one last time, her heart completely broken by the rejection, and then she looked down at where she was, the spectacle she had just made of herself, not once had she stooped so low for anyone else.
She stepped down from the table, her heels crushing the broken glass on the floor as she stepped away from him.
How foolish could she-
"Lily?"
The voice startled her.
Her plate and wine glass were still untouched in front of her.
She was still seated.
Oh.
She had let her mind wander too much, had she?
"Love?"
She looked up in a quick movement, and the ruby eyes she had been searching for finally locked with her lilacs.
And they weren't cold or indifferent, they expressed concern.
They expressed love.
Somehow, he was still there.
Yet.
His eyes also expressed resignation and grief.
Oh.
"Lucifer," she managed to get a word out, her mind suddenly vacant, how could one look leave her speechless, why was her heart trying to withdraw from her mind’s decision.
She could only glance back towards him, her mouth still struggling to find the right words, and then Lucifer smiled softly back at her.
A silent understanding as his eyes filled with tears that refused to fall.
Lilith's chest felt tight again.
"I know," Lucifer said, his voice trembled, "It's okay."
She couldn't stay there any longer.
"I'm sorry," Lilith could finally mustered, her own voice cracking, her mind willing to leave the table and walk out, even if it would paint her as the coward in the end.
Yet her body stayed put.
Frozen in place.
That invisible thread trying to pull her in towards him.
For a moment, she wished he were the frigid persona she'd made him out to be in her mind, not too long ago, that he wasn't just proving her wrong as she begged him.
And she cursed Heaven for breaking the love of her life the way they had and wished that she had better tools to help him get back on his feet, that she had more patience, more strength.
Yet maybe this was how he'd try, maybe this was how he'd find himself again, even though she knew her choice would shatter his soul further.
"It's all right," Lucifer said as if he read her mind, and then he raised his hand, and suddenly soft golden magic caressed her cheek.
At what moment had she started to cry?
She didn't wonder why Lucifer didn't hurry to her side.
He knew that doing so would make it impossible for her to leave, and for him to let go of her.
And she had to do this.
And so, Lilith finally rose from her chair, breaking eye contact with Lucifer for a brief moment.
There was a sudden rush of air and magic that reached her ears and for the second it took her to look up again.
Lucifer was long gone.
The table was empty, as if no one had dined, except there, in the middle, was a sole crimson and white feather.
Lilith was at a loss again.
Her heart aching, but not in the way she had envisioned, she wanted to rush to his side and embrace her lover, to attempt to lift him up again, to continue the promise of healing and eternity.
But it was not healthy for either of them.
And it was clear to her now that they both knew it.
Composing herself, Lilith approached the center of the table and picked up the feather, it was tinted with angelic magic, the crimson and white fading and blending like a watercolor, however, she quickly noticed that there was a faint hint of gold at its tip.
She couldn't help but cover her mouth and stare at the ceiling, trying to stifle the sob that was about to escape from her.
Then her eyes were back on the feather.
It was one of the few that had survived Lucifer's fall and transformation, feathers that he had cherished and imbued with his own healing magic so that they would never age or decline, even with his annual molts.
But as much as they held the past for him, this was now a promise of his eternal love for her, from the garden to forever, a gift he once made to her in Eden, a feather she lost in the fall, eventually replaced by the ring on her finger.
This was a symbol of his everlasting support.
Lilith held the feather to her heart as she walked out of the dining room.
Her heels echoed in the empty corridors one last time, her mind now focused on finding the outcome she was looking for, one that would help her kingdom, that would support Charlie's dream.
A portal manifested right by the main entrance as she reached the room.
Lilith walked towards it, but just as she was about to cross it, she stopped in her tracks.
For one last time, she turned and looked at what had once been her home, a place that held so many memories of all shapes and emotions.
There was a small part of her that wanted Lucifer to run down the stairs and rush over to her as he decided to join her and her daughter in their dream.
But she knew he wasn't going to.
Not yet, at least.
And she was at peace with that.
She could only hope that Lucifer would find himself in this new chapter of his life, she could only hope that he wouldn't do himself any harm in the process.
And maybe, someday, they would get to love each other again.
She chose to believe that.