Scars

He watched his daughter breathing in, tucked in her bed and wondered if he were to bring her with him when she was an infant… would she be who she was today? No. If he had her when she was young, he would have warped her mind and used her to fulfill his every wish. Would she still be stubborn and do things her own way? Possibly. 

He had to admit that he did use her. Who wouldn't? She was strong, the strongest creature of them all, even stronger than the being ruling Heaven. How did that happen? All he really knew was his followers trying and failing multiple times to have the sacrifice bare a child. They always end up dying from pain, suffocation, or during intercourse.

Lucifer would always consummate because he was interested in sex and if they would succeed in what they promised him, then even better. The promise of a babe, a child to bring forth destruction and devastation to the world.

Those cultists had succeeded, and she was her before him, breathing and alive.

Honey eyes saw the fluttering of her lids, unsure what his daughter was dreaming. Running his fingers through her hair, he heard her sigh as her lids lifted. He felt his lips curled watching her blink a few times at him.

'Sleepy child,' he found himself thinking as he continued to caress her hair, unusually soft.

"Father," she whispered and he felt his heart swell.

"Mm," he sounded observing the scars on her face that were slowly healing.

"What's with your face?" She questioned blinking at him slowly.

"What's wrong with my face? Not pretty enough?" He pulled his fingers away from her and smiled like the stars came from it.

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself to sit up. Should he help? Should he tell her to lay back down, that she needed more rest? 

He did neither but watched.

He saw the small scrunch of her nose as she pushed up her left arm, full of healing scars. He felt his blood boiling from seeing all those wounds. She was alone, fighting alone, fighting against angels and demons, fighting against the traitor-

"It will heal," his daughter stated and he blinked his eyes to stare at her.

"Of course it will," Lucifer forced his smirk, "You are my child, after all."

She let out a soft laugh before it fell, leaving silence in the room. Her eyes were looking at her hands on her lap. Dark black hair slipped over, almost curtaining his view of her profile. 

"Did you leave Gabriel?" She questioned softly, eyes still on her hands.

"Hm," her father sounded, "He shouldn't be here. You should have left him in Heaven."

She did not reply or move. Lucifer leaned forward pulling the curtain of hair over her shoulder, to better see her profile.

"Eve," he stated sternly, "You have put him at risk for bringing him here and entered Heaven."

The sound of her soft breathing sounded in the room as he waited for her to reply.

"He cares for you."

"And?"

"You care for him."

"That doesn't excuse what you did."

Another silence between father and daughter. Leaning back with a sigh, he crossed his arms and aimed a frown at her.

"His father will punish him when he returns. He already removed Gabriel's power, who knows what else would be taken away."

"Gabriel is… a mere human now?" She turned to him curving her brows.

"Possibly," he replied with a shrug.

"Did he return?" She wondered watching her father ran his fingers through his hair.

"I am not sure," he paused and narrowed his eyes at her, "Why are you asking so much for him? Don't you wanna know how I am? I am your father, not him."

Straight faced and blinking eyes, Eve just watched her father pouting with his arms crossed. 

'He's jealous,' Eve found her lips curling.

"He saved my life."

"So did I."

"… thank you."

"Now, was that so hard?" Lucifer laughed and patted her head, "You've been asleep for a few days already. I haven't checked to see if he is still in the cave or not."

"Let's go then," she slipped out of the bed and limped in her steps, "Can you teleport yet?"

She felt her father hold onto her and the darkness covered her, almost a relief of normalcy overcame her. When it cleared, she could hear the flickering of the fire. 

"Eve?"

She turned to the angel and found herself smiling seeing his worry lines.

"Gabriel."

She watched his smile, sweet and kind, aimed at her before it slowly fell when his green eyes saw the scars. The thinning of his lips and the twitching of his fingers could be seen on him.

"Are you alright?" The angel walked closer.

"Are you?" She decided to say instead.

"I'm glad your father and you are alive," he offered a smile and Eve found herself smiling back. "Where is Adam?"

Ah… that smile fell quickly and she turned to the flames that flickered from her attention.

'Adam…' she let out a sigh and bent down to be at eye level with the fire.

Staring at flames, it was as if she could see the memories of them here in this cave. The two of them hidden from the world, as they kiss and made love. His laughter, his smiles… she found her eyes misting over from the thoughts of never seeing or hearing it again. She closed her honey eyes and could still remember his taste, the smoothness of his skin, and the scent of honeydew and sandlewood.

Their last conversation… it hurt still, like a bad movie on replay.

"So, it was all a lie," she had told him.

The pain was nothing compared to the hurt she felt in her heart.

"To think, I thought your love was real… at least now I know the truth; If you wish to kill me Adam, then come."

The look in his eyes… those blue eyes shifted and wavered, making her believe that maybe… maybe she was thinking wrong. Maybe Adam was forced to do whatever it was that God had forced. 

"I'm sorry… you will be reborn," he had told her and Eve cried with her whole chest in the rain.

Pressing a hand over her forehead and eyes, she let the flame warmed her body because she felt so cold. She could still feel her body wet by the rain, unable to escape the chill.

"Is it wrong…" her voice, barely above a whisper sounded, "… to love someone so deeply?"

She felt so vulnerable, so opened. Her wounds may be healing, but her heart was still bleeding out. Blood was dripping and drenching everything that was theirs, making her cleaning and fixing useless. Could she do this again? She couldn't even be with him anymore as long as God had his gripped on the blonde. He wouldn't be reborn; he wouldn't be able to leave the skies… she was sure of it. 

Her throat was clenching up as she tried to breath, like she was suffocating from too much air. Heart stuffy and eyes running with her tears, she placed her head against her knees. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she cried and cried. Mourned for all the love they had, for the love they could have, for the pain, the happiness… for them.

She felt arms wrapped around her and pulled her against warm chest. Clutching the robe, she let herself bury her head to murmur the sniffles. Fingers ran through her hair, scratching her scalp as they moved. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

Adam was no longer hers.