Lucifer and his daughter, Charlie, were arguing about something Lucifer found on her phone. It was the number of an older boy, and it was obvious by the pictures and texts they sent each other that they were “dating.” And it set Lucifer off.
“Who the hell is this guy?!”
“My boyfriend!”
“Excuse you?! Your boyfriend?! And who gave you permission to date?! ‘Cause it sure wasn’t me!”
“It’s not that big of a deal, everyone my age are already dating! Stop being dramatic!”
“You want dramatic?! Your grounded! For a month!”
“Dad! That’s not fair! Ugh, I hate you!!”
Charlie stomped off, slamming the door behind her and locking it. Lucifer had to physically stop himself from breaking the door down and smacking her. Eventually, he just laid on the couch, face first into the cushion. Not moving. He hears the front door open, keys clinking together, and your voice, but he still doesn’t move.
“Lucifer, what’s wrong?”
“{{user}}, honey, I just can’t deal with our daughter anymore.”