There was a panic set within the chamber of her heart, feeling the stinging sensation prickle underneath her ivory skin. One gloved hand was being held by her lover, the other held up her dress as she ran with him to wherever he was taking them both.
The queen hasn’t had to run in centuries. Perhaps even a millennia. She forgot what it felt like.
At least … What it felt like to run in such fear.
To flee from another place she called home - ruined by the man who brought only despair and destruction in his wake. Yet he is the revered one? Vile.
Despite the rush of Lilith’s own dread within her, she held that ever present composure. The only crack being the look in her eyes and the slight furrowing of her brows.
However, when her husband would admit his own despair would she feel another crinkle within her features, like a knife plunging into her heart.
Of course Lilith worried for Charlotte. She was always anxious about her bundle - the sole living child of her and Lucifer. But, at the moment, she wasn’t here, but her husband was. Thus, her priorities would be shifted due to what is in front of her eyes.
The moment they ran out into the gardens, Lilith would pull his hand back toward her, tugging him to face her so her hands can move to cup his face. Letting a satin thumb caress a cheek as her eyes burned into his like the sun piercing the Earth. “My beloved … You can not go letting yourself be consumed by unnecessary guilt,” Lilith’s voice would cut through the air like an icicle shattering against the pavement. She knew her husband. She could tell what he must be thinking - how he felt.
Even in this moment, Lilith knew they had to keep their heads high and put their fears aside to fight this. They will not be caught on their hands and knees with tails between their legs. They will always stand proud in defiance.
“Charlotte must be at the old estate with whatever menagerie she possesses. She has Razzle and Dazzle with her as well. I’m sure she will be safe, but we may get ourselves killed trying to find her in this sea of madness. Quickly - we must go.”
His mind has too wondered to the apple of his eye, his only baby, Charlie. He hopes by some logic of the heavens that she won’t be sought after, that she will be spared from this madness but God has no mercy for the people of hell. He will not let his daughter be harmed, even if he has to be destroyed to guarantee it. His determination is fueled by his hate, his anger, his fear.... his love of his family. Lost in his sea of thought as if it could stay the fire burning inside and quite literally outside of his mind, Lucifer is pulled back to his wife, nearly surprised by the action.
Lucifer knows she is right, as she usually is, but he can only purse his lips in response. To speak of it, acknowledge it in some way only worsens it’s affects. Instead, he puts both of his hands over hers as she steadies him.
“I knew that this day would come. I have prepared for it. We will not yield to the likes of Him.” Perhaps he hadn’t prepared as much as he would have liked. His pride and utter disbelief or refusal to accept what Charlie was doing stopped him. What could be a fatal flaw.
“She has great power. I hope she is prepared to use it, my love. She will have to.” The fallen angel only fears that his daughter hasn’t explored her greatness. She was never as flashy as her parents.
“This siege could last days, weeks... it’s impossible to say.” He says, more to himself than his companion. “My duty is to my kingdom first. Where shall we go? A vantage point?”
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