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“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” River said gently as she looked up from her work to look at Lilith. Yes being summoned to hell with her daughter certainly had been a shock. Even more so when she’d found out the purpose was to try and make sure that Lilith was ready for impending motherhood.

But she’d agreed (even though it wasn’t presented as much of a choice) very quickly once she’d actually seen Lilith again.

 Isabelle nodded, brushing her bangs from her face, “You look like one tired mama.” She noted, “How can something so cute be so obnoxious and loud?”

“Well,  that’s an ironic choice of words.”  Chuck let out a quiet laugh.  He thought that was funny at least,  though he wasn’t sure that Lilith would think the same thing.

“I’m told your old boss is a right prick, love.”  Lucifer couldn’t the amused smile on his face,  though from what Sabrina had told him,  that was a bit of an understatement when it came to the other version of him.

       She wasn’t sure what had happened; one second, she was in the back room of Lux, about to bring out another case of liquor to the bar. And the next... well, Maze had no clue where she was. It sure wasn’t Los Angeles. The smell of unpolluted air mixed with various wild animals smelled as foreign to her as the sea had been when she and Lucifer first came to Earth. Slowly she made her way through the overgrowth until she came to something familiar, the flatness of asphalt beneath her boot. There wasn’t time to look for road markings or any indication of her location; the chill down her spine made her head swivel to the right. Demon blood nearby, and family at that.

      Maze grabbed the knife sheathed in her boot and started in that direction. Whether the being was responsible for her sudden trip or could get her home was yet to be determined. She needed to know who it was first. The shape of someone between the trees made her stop, “hello?”

The whole affair had felt so hyper realistic. But, it had only been a dream. Right? Most nights she wasn't so sure. Tara didn't sleep most nights as she paced the walls. The Hilltop had lived in peace for many years but she had grown older in age. Grown tired. When she saw movement at the bottom of the gates her heart leapt. As if she had seen a ghost. Tara turned and climbed down the ladder. As she landed, she realized he'd for her ax as she used her free hand to yank the gate open.

Her shoulders relaxed at the sight. "Lilith."

“it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.”

---CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES---

             Zelda’s entire body tensed. No she certainly could not cry in front of Lilith. Of all things... She shook her head. Of course she knew she was being petulant and stubborn and foolish. But could not afford this moment of weakness. Not with the Mother of Demons, not with the woman they prayed to. Yet the tears continued to sting at her eyes.

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !!       ❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞ — @firstwiitch​