Chapter Text
Prologue
Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest she could hear it pulsing in her ears. The fire crackled behind her as she faces the window wishing desperately to be anywhere other than here. She chose this seat deliberately with her back to the rest of the room, she wasn’t ready to see him and couldn’t trust her face from betraying her and showing fear on his return. Her breath caught in her chest as she heard him coming from the other room, her eyes widen as a sense of panic washes over her. She had no idea if her plan would work but it was her only option. The one card left to play in their deadly dance. His footsteps were coming closer, her breath held still, the sound of his wet feet slapping against the wooden floor twisted her stomach as he approached.
“You separated me from that buffoon Blackwood.” Lucifer drawled as he entered the room.
“As you requested by liege.” She responded submissively. She wasn’t sure if this was an act or old habits.
“You know what comes next don’t you?” His voice was deep and edged in anger “That’s why you haven’t even bothered to run.”
It was now or never; she had to play this right. She had chosen this path as she knew it was her best chance of survival. She knew what she had to do. Her walls went up as she rolled her eyes and got to her feet. With a steadying breath she turned to face him.
“You kill me for the part I played in overthrowing you yes. Except.” Her eyes looked him up and down, his naked angelic form a reminder of how things between them began. Her tone strong and confident, she had to sell this. “A lot has changed since your little nap in the tub. Blackwood’s gone.” She could see Lucifer’s jaw clenching, the anger boiling just below the surface ready to spill. His muscles tense and his eyes bore deep into her soul, she tried not to let it phase her. “I gave him the mark of Cain which means no one can hurt him. Not even you. And in exchange,”
She paused, hesitant to the reaction that was to come.
“He gave me your seed.” She whispered.
“What?”
“A Satanic miracle of miracles.” Her confidence a façade but she needed to show him she was still in control. “I am with child.”
She had barely finished her sentence before he lunged towards her. She panicked backing away but there was no where to go. “Your child. Your child!” she pleaded as her back hit the wall and he pinned her against it. Her fear was evident as her breathing shook and her gaze lowered, not daring to look into his eyes.
He placed a hand over her stomach as the cogs turned in his head. Their faces were inches apart and their breathing laboured; his from anger, hers from fear.
“If what you say is true….” He whispered
There was hope. Hope that this might work. Lilith risked looking up at his face, her eyes wide expectantly.
But then his voice changed, the anger returning. “But I already have an Heir. Sabrina.” She had expected him to make this move and knew exactly what card to play next.
Her blue eyes looked straight into his, her voice was soft as she pleaded “You wouldn’t kill your own son, now would you?” it was almost as if she was daring him. She knew his bond with Sabrina was strong and there was only one way to triumph over that – to appeal to his misogynistic arrogance with the temptation of a male heir.
His eyes lowered to her stomach; his hand still placed firmly against it possessively. “Son?” he breathed
Lilith breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she realised her plan was working. “Oh yes” She whispered, and with a glimmer in her eye and a coy smile she continued to fan the flame of his arrogance. “It’s a boy.” She paused. “A mother knows these things.”
Her demeanour was strong and assured, as if to say ‘your move’, despite the fact her insides were churning and her stomach was in knots. The tension between them was palpable. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as she was trapped against the wall, waiting for his verdict on her life. Time seemed to have frozen, the moment lasting an eternity as she held her breath and waited.
He suddenly grabbed her upper arms tightly and she took a sharp intake of breath, a flicker of fear flashing in her eyes betraying her, the back of her head hit the wall behind as she looked up at him. “This is not a pardon Lilith.” He leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart, his proximity making her breathing shake “this is merely a stay of execution.”
She forced her face to stay emotionless as their eyes were locked at one another. Yet a sense of relief washed over her and the knots inside loosened slightly. She was a survivor, she would live to fight another day. She knew not to push things further, she needed to focus his attention elsewhere before he changed his mind
“In the meantime,” she whispered, a sense of submission laced in her voice to calm him and appeal to his arrogance “perhaps you could sort out the mess your daughters made in Hell?” She paused, biting the side of her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her thick lashes, flattery and seduction her only weapon. She placed a hand on her stomach “if only for our child’s sake.”
His grip on her arms tightened, his eyes darting over her face clearly torn between anger and arousal. “Very well.” He spat as he loosens his grip. “Let’s summon the infernal court.” His hand lightly traced down the side of her cheek before his fingers grabbed her face forcefully and she inhaled sharply in shock. His fingers squeezed hard on her jaw as he forced her head up to look at him, his nails digging at her skin and she realised she was shaking. A smile twisted at the corners of his mouth. He leans closer, she could feel his breath on her face causing bile to rise in her throat, their noses were touching as he whispered closely “Daddy’s back!”
He pushed her face to the left, throwing it aside as he released his grip on her and disappeared in a swirl of flame. Her face was burning from his touch and she struggled to steady herself. The second he disappeared her walls began to crumble. She leant back against the wood for support, her arms curl around her front as she took deep shaken breaths. She closed her eyes and swallowed down the bile at the back of the throat trying to calm her twisted stomach. She knew she had to follow him to Hell, and quickly, but she needed to compose herself. The relief she had felt was short lived.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room, at the house that had become her home. And for the briefest of times, she was happy here. As her eyes travelled around, memories of Adam flashed in her head. Sitting at the table together as he persuaded her to take a day for herself, lying in front of the fire as he massages and kisses her feet, when she gave him the ring and he kissed her and lifted her up in the air, his love so pure and unconditional. But that wasn’t her life. This wasn’t her home.
She ran a shaken hand over her face and mouth, trying to bring herself back into the present and build her walls back up. She was alive, for now, but she had a feeling Lucifer’s games were only just beginning. She sauntered into the centre of the room taking one last look around her would-be life and then taking a deep breath she disappeared in a swirl of fire down to Hell.