Lucifer was sitting in his office, making a thousandth duck, just to occupy his hands and head, to distract himself from destructive thoughts. He needed to do at least something, at least something to fill his head with while his beautiful child was sleeping. During the day, he would have to become a wonderful father again, but for now, while he was on his own, he tried not to drown in his own thoughts.

Rain drummed on the windowsill. Gusts of wind whistled, lashed the windows with rain, and in the distance the first rumble of thunder and a bright flash of lightning were heard.

Lucifer got to his feet, going to the window, closing the window, hearing the door creak, turning, spreading a gentle smile.

"My sweet apple, why aren't you sleeping, my darling?"

He came closer to the child, squatting on the level of his baby, smiling.