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Everything was just too much for oh poor Lucifer.
Everyone in hell hated him now, well, besides his daughter, the deadly sins, and the ars goetia.
he guessed.
He thought, he really thought that when Lilith came back everything would be back to normal. He would feel full again. The emptiness that chased his heart would disappear. When she came back.
it DIDNT. It became worse, actually.
he still remembered that argument that had happened when she first arrived to the hotel.
“Dont you understand, Lu? Sometimes i get tired too, sometimes i need a break too! You did nothing but waste on your room all day, did nothing but let ME parent our daughter, it gets a bit tiring after a while!”
…..
he wanted to fight back, he wanted to let his pride take over him and argue against her. But, he couldnt. How could he ever? She was right, LILITH was always right, he was a failure. Through and through. Through heaven and hell.
Though it would be a lie to say he wasn’t trying to better his relationship with his daughter, of course. He loved her, with his whole heart. And he would do anything for her.
But when your mental health is only getting worse each day, its kinda hard.
When he first heard of this dude named box (box? Or was it Vox? Tv-headed man? Yeah, that would be it.) harassing HIS daughter? Oh yeah, he had to go help! By the request of his dear daughter’s girlfriend (charlie’s girlfriend? Maggie?) convincing him to atleast intimidate that asshole, how could he ever say no to that?
it didnt end well at all.
the words still ringed in his head.
“you’re WEAK!”
being used as a power source. Having no shoulder to cry on.
he still felt the golden blood on his chest
His wife, Lilith, his queen, his treasure, was mad at him. She was only there for Charlie.
“You’re not the same man i fell in love with all those years ago.”
was that true? Was that really true? Did she not love him anymore? If so, then what would he do then? He had spent 8 years waiting for her like a dog—she comes back—only to figure out the love of his life didnt see him as the same guy she fell in love with in the garden of eden.
The past few days had been nothing short of EMPTY for lucifer.
He was currently laying on his bed. His eyes half lidded as he fought to stay awake. Not that he would fall asleep, anyways. He would just wake up again.
he turned his head to the right.
all he saw there was piles of ducks that he used to cope.
those didnt even help anymore. He didnt even liked seeing them.
he turned his head to the left.
another pile of ducks. And his family portraits.
oh…how he loved his family portraits, back when he was happy. Back when he was something.
Not anymore.
he looked up.
darkness.
He could’nt even bear the thought of standing up from bed.
he was doing exactly what Lilith said she hated seeing from him.
rotting in bed, doing nothing but drown in his depressive state—pathetic. Truly pathetic.
maybe it would’ve been better if he just…disappeared.
At first, he didnt end his life because of Charlie—he would never leave his poor daughter alone. He had already been absent in her life.
but now?
she has her far better mother.
the one who was always present for her.
How he wished he could be as good as her.
with a sigh, he stood up from bed, walking and grabbing a piece of paper and pen. And he started writing.
“If you’re reading this, im dead. Completely dead. I have no idea where i’ll go after this, but i hope you can understand. Dear Charlie, im sorry i wasn’t the best father i could be to you, your mother was far better at this than i was. And to you, Lilith, im sorry that i let myself sink so far you gave up on me, but its too late for me to feel sorry for that. I cant feel sorry for that.
From: Lucifer Morningstar.”
And with that, he folded the paper—stood up from his chair and walked to the door. Placing it right infront of it.
This was it. This was the last day on this hellhole. Sinners would probably cheer once they found out. Not that he cared about what sinners thought about him, he had already been humiliated infront of thousands, his wife didnt even liek him anymore—what was the point?
..
Lucifer Morningstar was no more. He was gone. And hell didnt know, yet.
Charlie, Vaggi, and alastor knew
Lucifer would never know, not again. Not ever.
when Charlie first entered lucifer’s room, it was dark. She thought he was just sleeping, he had always slept in pretty late.
Then she tripped over a paper. Huh?..
“Whats this?”
she asked, confused.
Then she opened it.
and her heart sank. her heart broke in a million pieces. Maybe billions.
She immediately turned the lights on, tears already streaming down her face.
and then she saw him. Laying on the floor, angelic weapon piercing through his chest. Blood tainting his pretty white suit gold.
oh.
“Dad? DAD?! DAD PLEASE WAKE UP!”
She sobbed, and she screamed, uncontrollably shaking lucifer.
“DAD PLEASE! DONT GO! WAKE UP! PLE-please…”
Her voice was getting strained as she sobbed and screamed louder and louder, at one point Alastor and Vaggi came to see what was happening.
And they both saw it.
Vaggi’s eyes sank, she immediately ran behind Charlie, wrapping her eyes around her waist as she tried to calm her down. Though she was panicking abit, too. She couldn’t lie.
She didn’t know much about Lucifer, but from what she saw about him—He seemed like he genuinely loved Charlie, and she could appreciate that. She didnt know why he would take his life like this…
Alastor? He didnt know how to feel.
How COULD he feel? Honestly, he did find some sick amusement in the bickering he and Lucifer had almost every day, and he couldn’t help feel somewhat bad for the guy. Though he would never admit that. He simple stood there, his hand ontop of the other, holding his cane.
That same smile on his face.
Charlie kept sobbing onto lucifer’s corpse while Vaggi tried ti calm her down—Its crazy how even your corpse can look l8ke a pretty porcelain doll—even if it was surrounded by your own golden blood.
The next morning—Felt empty
Way too empty.
Charlie had spent her entire day in her room with Vaggi, crying, sobbing, recalling the times with her father.
Why had he done this? She thought with Lilith returning maybe his mental health would get better!
It didn’t, and not he was gone. And thats what hurt her the most.
Alastor…had also decided to disappear from the hotel. No word, no notice, just like he always did.
Except this time was different. But no one knew how, everything felt just hollow.
Empty, but everyone learnt how to go on just normal.
Afterall, they didn’t even try talking to Lucifer outside of his status quo.
Charlie? She was never gonna feel the same after that, or be the same after that.
Lilith was nowhere to be found.