“The cave dwelling creature that made it, I would imagine.” Lucifer remarked dryly, eyebrow rising in slight confusion. What was the point of this question? He set the scroll he was reading aside, his eyes scanning Lilith with suspicion. “Surely you didn’t come here at this late hour just to lament Sabrina’s prophesized ascension. Or are the pregnancy hormones forcing your hand?”

If Lilith had cried when he took the baby from her arms, the Dark Lord did not hear her. All of his attention was on their newborn son. The boy was healthy, strong, and beautiful. Just as Lucifer knew he would be. The birth took a long while, and Lilith had screamed and screamed. His ears still hurt from listening to the first woman’s shrieks. Quite dramatic, if you ask him. But no matter, he had his son now, his precious heir.

The midwives took care of the wailing boy’s immediate needs before handing him back to his Father. The child had a few tufts of his dark hair, and Lucifer could swear he saw a glimmer of green when the babe tried to open his eyes. He was perfect in every way, made in the image of the Dark Lord himself. And on top of it all he was already incredibly powerful. Lucifer could feel his magic simmering beneath the skin, soothing the boy it originated from like a warm blanket. Yes, he would be a great king one day, a worthy ruler of Hell.

Lucifer walked slowly around the room, admiring the bundle in his arms as he slept, before he was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock. The door opened and a head of white hair peeked through. “Ah, Sabrina, there you are. Come in, meet your little brother.”

Lucifer huffed out a laugh before taking her hand and leading Lucretia to the center of the ballroom. Usually his first dance would be with Lilith, but apparently pregnancy came with sore feet (or at least that's the excuse she gave him). “I know, I know… I am hoping this is just a phase my daughter will grow out of eventually, but for now it's important she feels comfortable in Hell, and if these kinds of events help her… we all have to put up with it.” 

The Dark Lord spun the Nephilim around gracefully, even drawing an applause from particularly sycophantic demons around them. “Tell me, are you friends with Sabrina? Would she listen to you, should you offer her advice?”

Lucifer nearly laughed when he laid eyes on the girl who had killed one of his more powerful demons; she couldn't have been much taller than his own daughter, and she seemed smaller to boot. He threw a glare at the surviving demon who had called him here to deal with the ‘situation’ himself, silently promising him punishment for wasting his time with this mortal child.

His eyes found the girl again, and he released his telekinetic hold on her, allowing her to move again. “My apologies,” he drawled, more annoyed than anything else. “My servants seem to have greatly exaggerated the problem you pose. You shall not die for this – I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control. In fact, I am quite impressed with your skill, girl.”

“Empathy is greatly overrated,” Lucifer sneered, his eyes rolling dramatically. Truly, the child before him had no idea what he was saying. Leave it to earthly beings to live a few hundred years and think they’re oh so wise. “If anything, it is a hindrance, a malediction of the human race. Now that is truly pitiful, boy.”

“A beautiful girl like you, I find that hard to believe.” Lucifer laughed softly. He would often find himself having a drink with his hellhound these days, watching her practice her ballet and exercise while they conversed. It had become a habit of his, to seek her out for these moments. He could almost consider her a friend, if he had them. “Perhaps you should mingle with my court more often. Many eligible young men and women scuttling about over there.”