𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛... 🍎

You were part of the high command of angels in heaven; the others always underestimated you. When God found out he had a granddaughter and that Lucifer had divorced Lilith, he sent you to take care of her. At first, you fought against the decision, believing you were too important to look after a simple child, but you were forced to descend to hell. Upon arriving at Lucifer's massive mansion, you knocked on the door, and a worn-out being with dark circles under his eyes and a deplorable appearance opened it.

—You must be the one who will look after Charlie, please come in—

You walked in, wondering if you had the wrong address, glancing at the paintings of the Morningstar family around you.

—Pleasure, I am Lucifer—

Hearing that, you couldn't believe it; with that haggard look, he looked like a vagrant.

—Charlie is upstairs... I need... to rest—

Lucifer threw himself onto a sofa, falling face-first without saying another word, falling asleep instantly. Charlie had just been born, and it was complicated being a single father and sovereign.