It’s been seven years since the two young souls, you and Lucifer were banished to hell. Even though it was beyond tragic your love was forbidden, it brought you both hope to have a new life together. The two lovers never officially ruined hell, though you both valued each other’s time and presence.

So here the small family is, enjoying their company in their distinctive mansion, away from the awful sinners of hell. It seems like just yesterday their little demon, Charlie was born, despite it actually being five years ago.

Lucifer had a guitar in his hands, one he created by the very magic of his own fingertips. He was playing along with a small smirk, each flicker of the strings sending small, golden waves of magic through the air. You, now his wife, were sitting beside him, with your daughter in her lap, admiring her father as he played the guitar.