“Fucking fuck,” he says as he walks away from me. “Go back to Hell, Lilith. I’ll handle this.” He takes off in one direction, and I go the other. He storms around town like he isn’t a giant lunatic.What child would feel comfortable approaching him?Nevertheless the opportunity to see this pan out is far too intriguing to just go back to Hell.
So, as usual, I don’t listen to his instructions and start walking around town. My feelings on the matter, about him having a kid, are complicated. It’s not necessarily that him having a child seems out of character, maybe I’m bothered by the idea of him being with other women. It’s not like I should care that he was a complete manwhore, it’s not like…okay that train of thought got a little crazy.I look around the town and think about where exactly a kid could accidentally summon their own father?
What would the spawn of Satan look like? As much as I’d like to say he’s an evil asshole, the man is handsome. Otherworldly knee-shakingly handsome.
It’s annoying and distracting.
I’m trying to find my footing in this new world and figure out how to move on, grieve over my sister and the life I had, but he makes it so damn hard. I keep wanting to annoy him and prove to him that I’m not worth the trouble. I’m not sure what he sees in me, hell knows I wish I could.
I’m so deep in my own internal thoughts that I’ve passed a playground and find myself by the line of trees before you enter the woods. There’s a willow tree blowing in the cold air, and when I look further, I see stark black hair and hear whimpering noises. I part the willow leaves and look down to find a small child huddled under the branches, crying.
“Hey,” I say softly.
Her watery gaze looks up from her knees, and she wipes her tears. “What do you want?” she snarks in an irritated tone.Yup, this is the one.
“Why are you hiding in here?”
“Because all of those kids are assholes,” she says, and I notice a scratch on her arm.
“What happened to your arm?”
She scoffs and shakes her head. “That little turd, Clover, thought it would be funny to play Salem witch trials and said I should be the one burned at the stake. She scratched me with a stick.”
“Clover sounds like a real cunt,” I comment. The child’s eyes glitter, and I see a small smile form across her face as she nods her head. I go over to the trunk of the tree and sit next to her. When she looks up at me, her eyes have changed to a soft yellowish color. I don’t point it out, but sit exactly like she does and wrap my arms around my knees. “What were you thinking about when she hurt you?”
“How I wish I knew who my dad was so he could take me away from here.”
“It’s that bad?” I ask, wondering if she’s being abused or if she’s hurt.
She sighs and shakes her head. “I just don’t fit in. The kids are mean, my mom…” she trails off, looking out at the playground.
“I’ve never fit in either,” I say.
“Well, yeah, you’re dressed like that,” she says, looking at me, and I burst out laughing. The little girl follows suit, and it’s nice to see a smile take over her face. “It’s alright to be different, trust me.” She sighs, and that’s when I see Lucifer taking long strides towards the willow tree.
He parts the leaves looking at me first. “I told you to go home.”
“Look,” I say, pointing to the little girl. Her eyes widen when she takes in his appearance. Maybe he should have done something to not look so imposing, but Lucifer is never one to change his appearance for anyone.
In less than a few seconds, he’s down on his knees in front of her, his face the most relaxed and gentle as I’ve ever seen it while he looks at the little girl. “Hi, I’m Luc,” he says, and the little girl looks him over a few times.
“I’m Blair.”
“I think we might have been looking for each other,” he says. He stares at Blair for a few moments before he looks at me. I’m not sure what expression he expected to see, but honestly, this moment is so fucking cute how could I be anything but in awe.
They both stare at each other for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say when I cut in. “Blair, I think maybe you could take Luc—” I look him over and want to roll my eyes at the name he chose to give himself,“to talk to your mom.”
Lucifer clears his throat. “Who—” It’s my turn to put my hand on his mouth this time. What was this idiot going to do, ask her who her mother is? I glare at him but look back at Blair.
She sighs and nods her head. “Follow me,” she says, standing up and walking deeper into the woods.
Lucifer and I follow behind her, giving her space.
“Were you really going to ask her who her fucking mother was?”
He grimaces and shrugs his shoulders. “I wasn’t thinking. She’s… she’s...”
I grab his forearm and squeeze. “She’s special,” I tell him, and he looks down at me, smiling. It’s the first time Lucifer has smiled at me in a way that’s truly endearing. He isn’t smiling because he knows a secret or because he’s messing with me. He’s smiling at me because he’s happy.
