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It was just another boring day in the Cage.
Souls passing by one by one, and being sentenced to different torture chambers for the rest of eternity. Lucifer stood there at the edge of the Cage just watching as each soul went by him. He would count them as they did so, playing guessing games like who would go to which circle of hell. None of them were particularly interesting. Most of them were just like the others, dull, boring, never lived up to their potential, etc. Something different caught his attention one day. Something very small, and very rare.
An infant soul.
It was out of place to see and infant soul in Hell. Infants were innocent and without sin so they belonged in heaven when they died.. on the extremely rare occasion that soul was too dangerous in some way, then it would be damned to Hell no matter when it died.
Lucifer forgot all about his little games and immediately focused on the young soul. He could tell by the brightness of it that was an extremely early in the souls life... it was unborn. Lucifer hated it when this happened, though he knew why. It didn't even have a fighting chance to do good. He knew that it wouldn't be properly taken care of in this god forsaken place, and he couldn't bear to think of what would happen to it should it be left to fend for itself. He felt protective over the soul, and wanted to keep it safe and close to him. He felt it deep in his grace that if he were to do anything purely good in his life, he was going to keep this soul safe. As the young soul neared him, he reached out and gently grabbed hold of it, carefully bringing it back toward him. He held it in his arms, guarded and safe from the rest of hell. He had never felt so connected to another being in all of time and creation, and the moment he admitted that to himself, he felt a spark inside of him. He was taken aback by the sudden feeling that washed over him, but he shook it off and continued to watch the soul as it moved and shimmered in his arms.
Lucifer gently placed his right hand on the soul and closed his eyes, trying to focus on what had happened to it in life before death.
"Congratulations!" The doctor said, pointing at the black and white ultrasound screen. "Would you like to know the gender of your baby?" she asked, smiling at her patient.
The pregnant mother thought for a moment before answering, she didn't know if she wanted to know now or after the delivery. After some though, she smiled and said "Yes! I can't wait, I'm so excited. I feel like it's a girl!"
"Before I tell you, would you like to bring the father in?" said the doctor. It was common for there to be a father in the room when the gender was revealed, but also common for the mother to find out alone.
"No," said the woman "the father didn't want any part of this, so it's just me." As much as she would have liked there to be a good father, she and the baby were better off without him.
"Well then," said the doctor "let's take a look shall we?" She turned and pulled the screen slightly towards the woman so that she could see her baby. "It's a girl!" she said with a smile.
The woman was so happy that she started tearing up. She'd always wanted a girl. She thanked the doctor and put her shirt back over her belly.
The doctor helped her up and asked if she was thinking about any names for her baby. The woman smiled and said "(Y/f/n) (Y/m/n)." The doctor said that it was a lovely name and walked the young mother to the lobby.
When she was on her way to her car she was stopped by a man in a dark gray hoodie. He made her very uncomfortable and as he talked to her she tried to get closer to her car.
"I'm sorry, sir, my phone is in my car, if you'll just let me go get it I can help you." she said, trying to get away from him. She turned and began walking to her car again.
He pulled out a gun and said "Just gimme your purse, bitch." Her fears came true when he held the barrel to her head. She scrambled to get the purse off of her arm and give it to him, begging him to spare the life of her and her baby.
Unfortunately, her prayers went unheard as he shot and killed mother and baby once he had the purse.
Lucifer opened his eyes after the horrific incident unfolded in his mind. He was angry and frustrated, and more protective than before to keep this soul safe. He knew then that he needed to get both of them out of hell.
He waited. For what seemed like another eternity, he sat and guarded the soul against any lowlife demon that came sniffing.
In the time he spent in the Cage, Lucifer learned that he still had a following in hell. Demons willing to sacrifice and die for him. After some time, they liberated him from the Cage, risking and losing their lives to set him free again. They had remained loyal to him, and served him well.
Shortly after Lucifer had returned to the surface, he knew he needed to blend in, he needed to live as if he were human. He had an apartment, he had a job, he had taxes, he had everything that everyone else had.
He even had a newborn baby girl that he took care of no matter what, remaining her guardian angel against anything and everything he deemed a threat. He cared for her as his own.
Nothing would ever harm her again.