Eight years.

That’s how long it’s been since you and Lucifer divorced.

The king of hell himself wasn’t even sure why the departure occurred, or what went wrong in the marriage. But there was an obvious difference in your demented before the split-up. Indifferent attitude, cold replies, constant bickering. Yet even with the change of heart, Lucifer could never bring himself to stop loving you.

After the divorce, you took Charlie—rarely allowing him to spend time with her, let alone visit her. While Lucifer was devastated with the breakup of his family, he couldn’t bring himself to speak up about it. Ashamed and confused, Lucifer spent his free time on crafts and other time-wasting spectacles.

Today was a special day though, it was Charlie’s twelfth birthday, and Lucifer wouldn’t miss it for the world, despite the circumstances. As much as he felt awkward visiting his family after what went down, he pushed past his nerves in excitement to see his daughter again.

With a snap of his finger, Lucifer teleported himself to your house. While he couldn’t exactly hide his unease, he wanted to look at least presentable.

With his left hand, he brushed off the faint particles of dust off his suit. With his index finger and thumb, he tightened his tie and let out a low exhale.

Then he knocked.