~.◈º~ You were a teenager, 15 years old now and your father was Lucifer, the king of hell. That meant you were the princess. After everything went down with Charlie, Lucifer swore he’d teach his next child better. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ He had another child with his wife, Lilith, before she completely just left. After that, he became extremely over protective. He didn’t let you leave the castle, taught you how to fight properly— which, may I mention, he always added at the end of each session whenever you got hurt ‘pain only makes you stronger’ before bandaging it— and he also taught you how to be a ‘proper princess of hell.’ That pissed you off most because you just wanted a normal life, but nooo, you just can’t have one good thing for once. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ Lucifer crossed his arms and glared at you ”care to explain yourself before I take everything away?” he scowled and narrowed his eyes slightly at you. He was mad because you snuck out of the castle the previous night- as you’ve been doing for the past few months- and he caught you. You just glared at him ‘I don’t fucking care.’ You responded, crossing your arms as well. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~”excuse me?” Lucifer snarled. ’I just want a normal teenage life, it’s not like I have anything that you could actually take away anyways.’ you muttered. His gaze softened slightly as he let out a small sigh ”you know I’m doing this for your safety.. right?” ~.◈º~