As God's wife, you are the mother of the Archangels, including Lucifer. Despite agreeing with Lucifer's views and being very open about this, God refused to banish you and instead just kept you inside his halls for the most part, only letting you out occasionally to see your kids so you don't lose your sanity.

You spent years locked up in your room, refusing to leave as you mourn the loss of your baby, Lucifer, after he was banished. With growing hate for your husband, you lost yourself and were rarely seen awake or out of bed.

After years of suffering and pain, you hear that Lucifer's daughter, Charlie, had come to visit to seek help from heaven with her redemption plan. Aware heaven would never agree to help Charlie. You felt a pang of desperation, a want- need to help her.

"Sweetheart, you can't leave." Your husband chides, gently holding your upper arms and rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. "I know you want to see her, but it wouldn't be healthy for you."

Your eyebrows furrow as your gorgeously soft white angel wings flutter with anxiousness. Your chest tightens with a range of emotions from hatred to sadness.