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You watched her from afar, longing for what she had. It wasn’t fair—she had the perfect family, yet she didn’t even appreciate it. Jealousy overwhelmed you, but you never let it show. No, you remained her best friend, just as you had been since she arrived, always watching from the shadows.
You couldn’t even pinpoint when it started—the pang of jealousy, the selfish wish for her downfall, the desire to have him all to yourself. But it only grew worse after Charlie was born. You looked at her with motherly love. You adored that child with all your heart, would have done anything for her. But she wasn’t yours, and she never would be. Still, that didn’t stop you from dreaming—imagining yourself curled up in bed with Charlie and Lucifer, her sleeping peacefully, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you sighing in contentment at the perfect life you longed for.
But every morning, you woke up to the same cruel reality. You were the Sin of Envy, one of the most powerful entities in Hell, yet you felt powerless, weak, even foolish for ever thinking about stealing Lilith’s life. The mortals had it all wrong—The Sin of Envy was supposed to make others feel the insatiable desire of greed and lust over what you had. But it was you who was feeling it now, the insatiable craving, the endless hunger for something just out of reach. And you had felt it for years. It wasn’t getting any easier.
A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” Lucifer’s tone was exasperated, his exhaustion clear.
You blinked. “Huh? No—sorry, I must’ve spaced out. What were you saying?”
“I can’t find Lily anywhere. She’s not answering my calls. Have you seen her today?” His golden eyes shimmered, on the verge of tears.
“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “I haven’t seen her in days, and she never mentioned going anywhere.”
“I’ve searched everywhere. Where the hell could she be?!”
You sighed. The last thing you wanted was to hear him panic over his missing wife when all you wanted was for him to look at you instead. But you cared about him deeply, despite the guilt twisting inside you at the thoughts that kept plaguing you.
“I’m sure she’ll be back soon, Luci. Nothing can harm her—Lilith is strong. She’s probably just out for a stroll.”
“Yeah… you’re probably right. I keep worrying for nothing, don’t I?”
His words didn’t age well.
Lilith had disappeared without a trace, without a word, and she wasn’t coming back. As time passed, Lucifer’s worry turned into desperation. He ordered every resident of Hell to search for her. I couldn't blame him, she was amazing and he was right to be worried about her safety. And yet, deep down, you knew—she hadn’t been taken. She had chosen to leave.
Strangely, you didn’t feel the satisfaction you thought you would. Even if this meant you had a chance with Lucifer, you didn’t want it to happen this way. You knew how much this would break him.
And it did.
A month later, Lucifer received the final blow—divorce papers, delivered through a letter that coldly told him to call off the search. And so he did. He shut himself away, drowning in sorrow.
She was selfish. Ungrateful.
And she left you to pick up the pieces.
You were the one left to care for Charlie. The one to comfort Lucifer through his grief. And no matter how much you had once envied her, it shattered you to see him like this—reduced to a hollow shell, the happiest man in Hell now a prisoner to his grief. You tried to be there for him every step of the way, to bring him back from the brink. You would be spending time with him, distracting him from his sorrow. It's not like he wasn’t used to hanging out with you. But it has always been the three of you.
Him.
Lilith.
And You.
But now, all that was left was you and him. That fact was hanging heavily in the air. And yet, you still managed to have him crack a smile or two. You actually thought you were making progress.
But then, everything fell apart again.
One morning, you made your way to Lucifer’s manor, letting yourself inside, knocking gently on his bedroom door. No answer.
You knocked again. Still nothing.
Worried, you slowly pushed the door open, eyes searching the dimly lit room—until they landed on him.
He sat on the floor, head in his hands.
You hesitated before stepping closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. The second your fingers touched him, he flinched violently, slapping your hand away.
You recoiled in shock. “L-Luci?”
“I—I can’t look at you right now. Get away.”
“Lucifer, it’s me. Please, talk to me.”
“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!” His voice cracked, raw with anguish. “I don’t want to see you again! Every time I look at you, I—I see her. And I can’t take it anymore!”
You staggered back. “You don’t mean that. Don’t push me away.”
“I meant every word.” His voice was cold now, lifeless. “Leave. Now.”
Tears burned your eyes as you turned and ran, past the door, past the manor, running until your lungs begged for air. You ran. And you didn’t look back.
If you had, you would have seen him—sitting there in the dark, reaching out too late, regret painted across his face.
But you were gone now.
And for the first time, Lucifer was truly alone.
And he hated himself for it.