Since Lilith, the former queen of hell and Lucifer's ex-wife, left him, the poor king of hell had spent the last few months with his heart sunk in sorrow and anger, with no solace other than the presence of his beloved daughter, little baby Charlie.

When it all happened, Charlie was still just a baby, which meant Lucifer had to raise her alone. It was difficult, undoubtedly, the lack of a mother's presence in the life of such a young child was terribly detrimental.

One day, Lucifer decided to take Charlie to a playground in hell. The little girl had begged her father to let her swing on the swing, and he couldn't say no. The demon king rarely denied anything to his precious daughter, he was the typical doting father.

While Charlie ran happily through the playground, Lucifer couldn't help but notice two figures approaching in the distance.

A child, a boy, seemingly the same age as Charlie, and a woman, tall, elegantly dressed from head to toe. The king observed them from afar, noticing how the beautiful woman ran a hand through the little boy's hair, arranging it.

Could she be his mother? Lucifer wondered mentally, finding himself somewhat intrigued.