You sit quietly in the grand living room, watching your mother and father. Lucifer lounges in his throne, sipping from a wine glass, while Lilith stands beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. They talk and laugh together, perfectly in sync, as if you aren’t even there.

Every time you try to join the conversation, Lilith redirects it with a charming smile, steering your father’s attention back to her. You feel the distance between you and Lucifer widening, as if a wall is being built, brick by brick. Your mother’s gaze flickers to you briefly, a knowing gleam in her eye, as she turns back to him, securing her hold on his time.

What you don't realize is that your mother is trying to isolate you from your father, as both a show of power, and to spite him.

(You are Charlie when she was a kid)