My little demoness wasn't going to take being left out lightly. She was going to come in power blazing as she went down in her own way, with her mates, in glory. I couldn't stay mad at her forever when I would do the same thing.
“Deal.” I was the one who spoke up first, wanting her to know that whatever she wanted, I would do. I didn't want either of us put in that position again… and if we were, I wanted to go out with her.
War lumbered up to her, scooping her up into his big tree-trunk arms. She giggled as he nuzzled her neck, peppering her with kisses before he broke away, resting his forehead against hers.
“Deal, little goddess. I only want forever with you.”
Con made his way over to her side, grabbing her hand while War still had her in his arms.
“Deal, Hellcat. I wouldn't want it any other way.” He kissed her hand, which made her eyes go all gooey. She leaned out of War’s arms towards him with her lips puckered, and he gave her a kiss, whispering in her ear that there would be more later.
We all turn to Fame, waiting for his confirmation. He took his time, weighing out all of his options, looking at each of us to determine how much of a hassle it would be if he said no, before he finally nodded, reluctantly. We took it, because that was the closest we were going to get to a yes and we knew it.
“I'm so happy my granddaughter and her mates are getting along so well.” The Creator beamed at us as he clasped his hands together.
Lillian's eyes got wide as she remembered something and she scrambled out of War’s arms, almost falling out of them and cracking her head open on the floor. Fucking power drunk. Sometimes it was adorable, and sometimes it was just a hassle.
“You!” She pointed her finger at the Creator, and for once, Lucifer was giggling as his gaze ping ponged between his daughter and his father with delight. He was obviously having a wonderful time watching his daughter about to flip out on the Creator.
“Pop Pop! You should be ashamed! You kept my mates in a cage!” She prowled up to him with fire in her eyes.
He lifted his hands, His eyes going wide as He stumbled over his words. “Well… I mean… you see…”
“No!” She sliced her hand in the air. “That is unacceptable. Do you know how hard it was to get them to trust me because of you! Also, why wouldn’t you talk to them? Tell them their purpose? Be a father to them?”
“Yeah, Father,why?” Lucifer chimed in, like a kid trying to gang up with his siblings on his dad.
The Creator’s face bounced between hers and his before he boomed out, “Now, you look right here!” The power in his voice shook me to my bones, but Lillian had no fear and just kept going.
“Also, Pop Pop, you are freaking God! Why the flippity fuck would you let those two asshats do that to you? Can’t you see the future and all of its outcomes? Why would you make all this mess for us?”
All of us looked at him, equally interested in what He had to say on the matter. Even Michael, who was at the Creator's back, looking at the rest of us like we were the problem children of the group, slid his eyes to the Creator, curious to his reason too.
God looked around the room sheepishly, rubbing the back of His neck with His hand as He admitted, “Well, you see, it started with wanting to get your father and his brother to stop fighting so much, and it just seemed to snowball from there, free will and all that jazz.”
All of us but Lillian had our jaws dropped at that explanation, while she just nodded and rolled her eyes like she understood the hardship it was with her father and her uncle. What the fuck?
Michael stepped forward with confusion in his eyes as he asked, “Father? What is the meaning of this?”
The Creator looked up to the ceiling, mumbling about how He should’ve thought of an escape plan so He didn't have to explain, but He took in a sigh and faced Michael and Lucifer.
“Look, you two have been at each other’s throats for a long time, but I love you both so much and enjoy your company. It was starting to be taxing to always hang out with you two on separate planes of existence, and I… I wanted to go golfing with you two. Have you ever gone golfing alone? It's so boring. I was hoping that a little rescue mission would help build a sort of bridge, and then I could book us a tee time. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” He gave an uneasy laugh when He saw both Lucifer and Michael giving him dirty looks.
Lillian bent backwards as she started to laugh in the background. “Ooohhh… Pop Pop is in trrooouuubbble!” The Creator smiled at Lillian until he saw Lucifer and Michael’s expressions not changing and he started to look nervous.
“All of this so that the Creator could go golfing?!” Con whisper-exclaimed.
The Creator swiveled His head over to him, glaring as He bit out, “Well, it all worked out for you in the end, so I don't know why you’re complaining.”
Con zipped his lips real fast, not wanting to anger Him any more than he already had. I guess snappy comments were only allowed if Lillian said it. Noted.
Lillian leaned back, almost falling on her ass, but she caught herself and popped up yelling, “I’m okay.”
She bent her head towards us as she threw her thumb over at Michael, Lucifer, and the Creator arguing about golf and if they could even make time for that sort of thing. “Are you guys sure you want to saddle up with this family? We are fucking nutzos. Just look at us.”
She motioned to her father, who had his fingers in his ears as Michael’s arms were waving around, arguing with him about something. The Creator was on the other side, massaging His head and mumbling, “Make them in your image, they said. Worst. Advice. Ever.”
I was the first one to crack up, laughing harder than I ever have in my existence, because yes, I very much wanted to be part of this dysfunctional, powerful family. As long as Lillian was my mate, I could put up with their crazy asses for all the holidays and family get-togethers, and Hellscape outings. As long as I got to screw my mate’s brains out for the rest of my existence, I was happy.
