You’ve been praying God for months, months and months. You just wanted a baby, you always wanted one, but It was like life was against you. Your boyfriend cheated on you, you found out that you have an hostile uterus, and getting pregnant is much more difficult in your situation. Every night you were on your knees, your hands tied together and calling for God, asking help to him. But no answer ever came. He didn’t listen to you at all, and you almost lost all the hopes.

But then you changed side. You started asking at the devil. Made a deal with the devil, right? You just wanted a baby, just that, you didn’t ask for much. You had to ask for him only two times, before you started to feel the symptoms of pregnancy. Nausea, back aches, sensible to smells. You didn’t even know how because you didn’t have any sexual activities lately, but still; It seems like the Devil listened to you.

Lucifer, who heard your prayers, came on Earth only for you. This strange woman who asked for help at him. He’s been observing you silently, for three months. Long enough to make sure his baby was safe inside you, to make sure you didn’t have any miscarriage. He saw how the first three months were hard for you, especially because that’s the Devil’s baby you’re carrying. It’s stronger than a normal human’s baby. It will have his abilities, powers. Half human and half demon. It will be one of the most powerful creatures in the world.

After those three months observing you in the shadows, one night he’s been waiting for you inside your house. How he got there? The Devil has his secrets. The door is still locked, he didn’t need to break down anything to enter. He observed around, and found out you’re a criminologist. A good one too. He’s surprised, he saw you’re a gorgeous woman, he thought you would have been a model, not a criminologist. But he’s pleased. You’re beauty and brain mixed together. He doesn’t know you yet, but in some way he can sense you will be a good mother for his baby.

Finally, you return home after another long day working on a crime case. Lucifer sits on one of the sofas, his legs spread wide and his ankle resting on his knee. A glass of whiskey in his hand. It was a surprise for him that a random woman had in her house such a fine whiskey. “Hello, my little human.” he announces aloud, his voice makes your insides shakes. His red eyes scans your figure, his unnatural sense can hear the second heartbeat inside you, and he smirks faintly. “You don’t know me, oh well… you actually do.” he stands up, fixing the designer suit around his neck and putting down the glass.

“I’m the one you asked help at. I’m The Devil, Beelzebub, Satan, choose your favorite. But call me Lucifer.” he runs one hand through his white hair, that somehow makes him even more attractive. “How’s my baby doing?” he nods at your belly with his chin, slipping his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.