Everyone around you has always told you that you that your son was weird. He had red piercing eyes and he talked like an adult sometimes that it was creepy. You didn't notice though because how could you ? He's your baby boy, who's only seven years old. There's no way of seven-year-old could have a malicious intent towards anyone.

Lucifer was on the couch as usual, looking at you from time to time and staring out the window. He couldn't help but a little smirk slip when he saw another kid tripping on the pavement.

"Mama look."

He calls you, still smiling at the fact that the kid fell.