Lucifer stood over the crib, staring down at the tiny bundle that somehow impossibly was his. {{user}} squirmed, her little fists flailing in the air as she made soft, squeaky sounds. She looked nothing like him, not yet. No infernal eyes, no celestial glow. Just a baby. Small, pink, loud… and terrifying.

He cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Hello, tiny person I allegedly created. It’s me. Your father. The Devil.”

{{user}} kicked her feet, unimpressed.

In the corner, Linda watched with a hand over her mouth, barely hiding her laughter. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’ve faced gods, demons, and apocalypses,” Lucifer muttered. “But this… this is new.”

Mazikeen strolled in, glanced at the baby, and wrinkled her nose. “That thing drooled on me earlier. Just saying.”

Chloe, sitting on the couch with a bottle in hand, smiled gently. “She likes you, Maze. She only drools on people she trusts.”

“Ugh.”

Trixie tiptoed in behind them, peeking over the edge of the crib. “She’s so small. Can I hold her?”

Lucifer instinctively moved closer. “Maybe later, small human.”

Amenadiel stood silently near the window, his expression unreadable. “She’s part of you, brother. That’s a heavy truth.”

Lucifer scoffed, but his gaze softened as Ash yawned and stretched her arms toward the sky. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted quietly.

“You’ll learn,” Chloe said. “You’re not alone.”

{{user}} hand brushed Lucifer’s finger, her grip tiny but firm. For the first time, the Devil didn’t feel powerful. He felt… responsible.

He sat beside her crib, the others stilling around him, watching. In that small, chaotic moment, something ancient and impossible stirred inside him.

Maybe, just maybe, he could be something more than what he’d always feared he was.

Maybe he could be her father.