🌼evil-bambi🌼

What the fuck was I thinking..I just married the king of hell..

I pace the room, my office. Fucking-fuck-god damn it-!

The door creaks, Lucifer stepping in."What the hell do you want?"

"Charlie-.." he pauses."What??"His gaze is locked on my chest.

I look down, my chest soaked with blood.

"You're hurt.." he mumbles.

"It's a mere cut, I'm fine. What do you want."

"Let me help you." He walks closer, reaching for my chest.

I pull away, stepping back. "I don't need help."

"You're bleeding out, you obviously need help."

"What do you want." I ask once more.

He doesn't respond, his fists clenching.

Why is he so angry about this?

"Charlie wants help making dinner." He mumbles, turning and leaving.

Odd.Just completely fucking odd.

...

I set down a stack of plates, Charlie talking about redemption stuff as always.I've remained quiet.Nothing good to say about her dream so I say nothing at all.Lucifers also in here, not speaking.He's on his phone. Typing. He's been typing for an hour.Just constant typing.Probably work stuff.

"Oh, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get Vaggie!"Charlie rushes out, leaving us alone in the silent room.

He continues to type on his phone, probably unaware she's even left.

I think he notices me staring though, he looks up at me, but his usual look of hatred follows as his gaze settles back on his phone screen.

"Stop staring at me, creep."

"Make me. Bozo."

He looks up again, irritated. "I would but you're a waste of time."

I roll my eyes, Vaggie and Charlie walking back in.

"Alright! Dad do you want me to make you a plate?"

"I'm not hungry." He gets up, walking out.

He's very good at that. Walking away.

"What'd you do." Vaggie looks at me.

"I didn't do anything. He's just in a pissy mood."

"Yeah right. You always do something."

"I should check on him.." charlie says, worried for her father.

"It's fine. I'll check on him. Eat." I walk toward the door. "And Vaggie."

I flick her off before I leave.

I follow Lucifer, stopping him once were in an empty hallway.

"Lucifer." I take his arm, stopping him.

"Get off me."

"What's your problem?"

"You. You're my problem." He answers, pulling his arm back. "Strutting around acting perfect, bonding with MY daughter and treating me like shit."

"Oh please, you treat me just as bad. Its not my fault you ghosted your own kid and entire realm for years."

He glares at me. "You know nothing about me! You don't understand what it feels like to be me because no one ever will. You're a mortal. Lied to about my story. Hellborn worship me for a reason. Pick up a history book and leave me the fuck alone."

He storms off.

I didn't know he was worshipped by the imps.Hm.