Chapter Text
He hands trembled, laying down and cold dead form in his arms. He had so much emotion yet none of it escaped. He sat there, fists clenched on his lap, staring at his daughter. She was the only thing left, she was all of his hope and love. They had only just made up and started talking to each other again a month ago, she couldn’t be gone. His eyes welled up, his voice shaking.
“You are my sunshine, m-my only sunshine… you make me happy… when sky’s are gray.”
His fists clenched the fabric of his pant harshly, his head hung low, and tears rolled down his face.
“P-please don’t take- my sunshine… away”
His voice broke as he sang the lullaby, he hadn’t heard it in years. He would stand outside the door, listening. Whenever Lilith would sing it to baby Charlie, helping her fall asleep. He sat there for a few moments, his tears turning to burning rage. He got up off the bed, he looked down at his hands but noticed a stain of blood on his coat. His hands trembled as he took it off, tossing it on the ground and putting on another one. His hands balled in fists as he thought about the situation. His hand slid over a tabletop, he grabbed one of his rubber ducks without thinking and threw it at the wall, full force.
“GOD DAMN IT!”
He looked at where the duck collided, it had hit a picture off the wall. He had hit the floor with his knees before it shattered in an attempt to catch it. The wooden frame splintered and the glass shattered.
“Oh no…”
It was one of the large framed pictures he had on his wall. They were at the park that day, Lilith wearing a dark collared shirt, dark purplish skirt, and a matching sun hat with white and pink flowers. He had been wearing his usual outfit just without his coat. Charlie had been young, her skirt matched Lilith, and she wore a white shirt matching himself. He picked up a few shards of glass and tried to peice it together, but to no avail. Lucifer’s shoulders drooped as he realized what he had done, the picture was torn by the glass and the frame was destroyed.
“Oh Charlie… I-I’m so sorry.”
A few more tears soaked his cheeks, pressing his palms to his face. It took a few moments before he stopped himself from crying. He stood up, kicking a few shards of glass from near his feet.
This Vox sinner was probably doing something with his new found power, Lucifer turned on the TV. Seeing Vox celebrating and on a stage rallying other sinners. He scoffed and shut it off, walking out the door, hesitating, looking back at the mess of the room. His dead daughter lay still on his own bed, the broken picture, his favorite of them on the floor, the blood stained coat tossed in a corner. He wiped his eyes, turning and walking out the door, rage in his eyes. He felt the only thing he could do for his daughter now was to avenge her, he had failed her in life, he wasn’t going to fail her in death. As he walked through the halls of the weirdly quiet hotel, he thought about what punishment would be best for Vox. As he got engulfed in his emotions, his horns and wings appeared, his form turning to his demon form. The underside of his coat tail grew eyes, his red horns emerging from his head, tall and rigid, a flame igniting between them, his eyes growing red and his iris and pupils hidden.
He disappeared in a golden red flash of smoke, Vox was on a stage spewing some complete nonsense. It was becoming dark, the sun almost fully set. Lucifer was a dark figure high up, yet almost glowing with rage.
“Vox.”
His voice was deep, low, and raspy. His throat had been swollen from crying. He slowly began descending, his wings flapping, and a cold, threatening shiver ran down Vox’s spine. He turned around looking up at the king of hell.
“Well! Look who joined the party…”
Vox didn’t know that Lucifer’s chains were broken, his wing clipped no longer. He landed on the stage, his wings sprawled out with the landing. He stood, his tail and wings dragging behind him. Slow methodic steps, shoulders down, head low, yet blinded with anger and deceit. Lucifer, the failed angel, now stripped of his heavenly dues. A being of pure ire, trudging towards the sinner who called himself a god, the sinner who was misrepresenting his wife, and the sinner who took the one last thing he swore to protect from him.
“What’s wrong Lu?”
Vox’s voice was lined with venom, a laugh rolling off his tongue. Lucifer was close, to Vox it looked like he had given up, or was treating Vox as higher.
“All I had to do to make you back down was to hurt the little princess, Ha!”
Lucifer let out a growl. His fists clenching as he sprung up and descended, his wings sprawled out. He loosed like a bird of prey, his hands claws. Vox was knocked to the ground, claws digging into the back of his neck as he was being choked.
“You killed her! You killed her!”
Lucifer repeated, bashing the back of his stupid TV head against the ground. The back of the TV breaking, plastic parts flying across the stage. Lucifer hand one hand over his neck now, he dug his claws into the screen, piercing sounds followed. He did the same to his chest and abdomen, grabbing cords by the handful, ripping, tugging, and tearing them. He hit, punched, and tore through his flesh, all Lucifer’s pent up anger released.
Lucifer stood up, his wings flapping slightly while examining his work. Cords everywhere, his body disassembled, his TV head smashed, torn wires shortening out. He took a few breaths, his shoulders begging to shake, the flood of anguish coming back, along with exhaustion. He hadn’t slept since the day before, he stumbled backward and fell to his knees. His heart aching, his body heavy.
He came back to his senses and realized he was on a stage. He turned his head to see hundreds of sinners standing in shock and fear. They all had just watched that happen. He stumbled to his feet, blinking his eyes returned to normal, his horns retreating.
“He- I- oh…”
He stood there, hundreds of souls staring, seeing what his next move would be. He pointed at the dismembered body beside him.
“I Lucifer, the king of hell have punished a sinner for killing a hell born… my daughter. Princess Charlie Morningstar.”
The crowd was quiet, a few people were cowering in fear, but most were just stunned. It had been so long since he had to use his speech voice. He backed up and disappeared once again into a cloud of golden smoke, retreating back to the hotel. He stood in the open room no knowing what to do. His mind was foggy and he couldn’t quite tell what was reality. He stumbled up the stairs, past his own room and the kitchen, the plate of breakfast still untouched. He subconsciously walked into a room, collapsing onto the bed. He laid on his stomach, the blankets soft against his face, and the scent of vanilla lingered. He fell asleep almost immediately, his dreams were strange and abstract, but towards the end, he was engulfed in a warm loving hug. He couldn’t see the persons face, his own face dug into their shoulder. He took a deep breath, vanilla filling his nose, he pulled away to see their face. It was Charlie.
“Charlie! I-I’m so sorry…”
He was tearing up, he went to hug her back tightly but fazed right through her. Charlie appeared in front of him, Lucifer reached out to touch her face, but her form started to turn to dust. Blowing away in imaginary wind at his touch.
“No! Charlie… come back! Please!”
He woke up yelling, sitting upright quickly. He had a piercing headache, lying back down he pulled the blankets up to his face. Taking a deep breath once more, smelling that same vanilla, and dozing back off to sleep, his exhausted mind falling asleep.