🌼evil bambi🌼

"Though I do believe that many of our current residents are doing very well here with their uh, detox of sin."

"That is great news, Lucifer." Sera sips her tea, seemingly relieved. "Gabriel, the lord's opinion on this matter is most important so please.."

Gabriel looks down, "father stated that the current successful soul in heaven is learning the ropes well and took the initiative to help any other souls that may be redeemed in the future."

"Wait what soul was redeemed??" Lucifer questions.

"..sir pentious." Sera answers.

"Charlie did it.."

There's a look in his eyes.

I can't explain it but whenever he has this look you know he's not able to process his emotions and usually lashes out.I take his hand, cupping his face.

"This is great..right..?"

"Father also said that..he is pleased with this progress and has decided to accept the redemption offer and work with hell."

There's got to be a catch.

"But..anyone who doesn't own their soul, was born here, or is royalty are not seen as redeemable."

There it is.

"Which means charlie cannot be redeemed nor can any hellborn kind."

"Why is that?" Luci asks. "I mean- hellborn had no choice!"

And there's the fire.

"I'm so sorry Luci." Gabriel mumbles. "It's better than nothing, right..?"

"It's perfectly reasonable. Thank you." I cut in, pulling his attention back to me.

I just got him back to normal and I'm not risking it again.

"I think it's a perfect start." I cup his face again, resting my forehead against his.

Once the meeting is over I walk with him down the hall.

He gets so quiet when something is wrong and I suppose that's probably apart of the trauma.He hasn't told me much other than the fact they'd lock him away if he did anything that seemed different.Wasn't allowed visitors.

I pull him into a small storage room, closing the door behind us.

"Al-"

I lean closer, brushing my lips against his.

He lets out a soft sigh, my arms holding him close.

"I really don't like when you're quiet."

He swallows, "sorry."

"Tell me what's bothering you, baby.."

My forehead rests on his, our eyes closing.

"I am sorry.."

"Dear, stop apologizing to me and tell me what's wrong.."

"I don't know.." his voice cracks. "There's just something wrong with me.."

I open my eyes, meeting his now glistened with tears.

"There's nothing wrong with you."

"There is though."

"No. No there isn't. You are..you think you need to be perfect but you're using the verb instead of the adjective. You are not perfect in a sense of have to be free of faults. But you are as possible, in my eyes youre the most beautiful, desirable, kind hearted person I have ever had the privilege to meet. I love you so much, no matter how many bad days you have or how much time you spend in bed. To me, you are perfect. No need to be absolutely fine-tune. Because you're utopian in my eyes."

(Side note-I am the most closed off unromantic lesbian one would ever meet but I promise I came up with that myself and am so proud ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈)

He looks down, pain in his eyes.

"I want to learn everything about you, the good, the bad, and the ugly." I cup his other cheek, "there isn't a thing you could say to me that'd make me wanna leave."

He hesitates, swallowing. "There's a reason I don't talk about heaven. Why I've tried to keep charlie away from it."

I kiss him. "I know, but I don't want you to tell me unless you are ready for me to hear it."

..

"When earth was only a few days old..I came to my father with so many ideas..I wasn't the only one..we were all there for different reasons but all for the same cause. My father refused all my ideas for awhile..until he agreed to one."

Ducks.

"I kind of just gave up, creating things for earth for awhile..I met lilith and ya-da ya-da. But-..what she didn't know, the reason I rarely visited wasn't because I was busy with heaven..it was because anytime I acted like this..my father would lock me in my room. I was being..what they saw as sinful.."

"This isn't sinful. You're mentally sick."

"And then I erratically decided to give eve the apple."

"That was kind of bad. But they honestly deserved it."

I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

He hugs me back, sniffling.

"Why are you crying?"

"When they banished me they clipped my wings and chopped my hair. And pushed me out of the clouds. Thats why my wings arent fully white anymore."

He nuzzles into my neck.

"And my back is always in pain. Because even though my wings grew back there it's still like an open wound."

"I'm so sorry, my love."

I let him stay in my arms, his sniffles the only noise in the room as the hotel carries on outside the door.

"I love you." He mumbles. "Tu es mon éternite et tout."

"Comme toi, mon amour."

He looks up at me.

"I grew up in new orleans. I speak some french and french creole."

"Some?"

"I'm not fluent, haven't needed to speak it, not since my mother died."

"I speak every language. French and greek were always my favorite though."

I kiss his head. "Good to know."