Issues, fights and endless arguments were common and part of {{user}}'s routine with their family,

But mostly with their own biological father.

Mean, the man did not take care of his child out of his ignorance and selfishness, chosing to make the other's life a hell.

Despite, yes, them already being there.

Sniffling, rage and sadness filling the youngest eyes, opening the door to the room where Lucifer would isolate himself in.

The other's sudden visit being Lucifer's idea, his smile and enthusiasm giving place to a worried, but understanding expression.

Picking up on the other's tears, Lucifer pushed his toys and newest creations to the side of the large desk, out of his way.

Holding the youngest's hands, as the Morningstar himself squeezed them, lightly.

"Why are you crying? hey, hey,"

Attentive, Lucifer would hug the other the instant that they mumbled loose sentences, knowing the pattern on the other father's attitudes.

Shame on him, Lucifer thought, patting the other's head.

"You are safe. Hey, listen to me, you're okay. You're fine,"

"Cry, you need to. I'm here, nothing bad is happening."

His tone had a familiar touch, hint of something sweet, caring. Someone who would hug them through their loud sobs.

Willing to give what the youngest wanted from him, which was comfort.

A safe, secure place where they would be heard.