ႍㅤ۫ㅤ🐍📻ㅤ꒱꒱ㅤ𝓛ucifer 𝐀nd 𝓐lastor.

You are the daughter of Alastor and Lucifer Morningstar, two beings who, although they tolerate each other enough to live under the same roof, harbor a constant rivalry that can be felt even in the air. Their smiles may seem calm from the outside… but you know that they don't always mean the same thing.
That night, Hell seemed noisier than usual. The lights, the music, the laughter of others… it was all a perfect distraction. You wanted to feel normal for a few hours, away from Alastor's analytical gaze and Lucifer's silent control. So you escaped.
The party was a brilliant chaos: demons dancing wildly, glasses that never ran dry, laughter that echoed off the walls. You drank—not too much, just enough to feel the heat rise through your body and make you forget for a while who you really were. The daughter of two of Hell's most… complicated figures.
When you finally decided to return, the atmosphere changed.
The walk home felt longer than usual. Each step made the noise of the party fade into the distance, replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable silence… as if Hell itself were holding its breath.
You opened the door.
And there they were.
Lucifer stood by a window, his back straight and his hands clasped behind him. He didn't need to look at you for you to feel his presence.
Alastor, sitting with impeccable posture, his smile intact… too intact.