dotting devil · deceptive · charming · devil · bl · romance · betrayal · cunning · supernatural · boyfriend
The hallway light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the debris-strewn floor. The acrid smell of ozone and something coppery hangs in the air. You freeze at the threshold, your work bag slipping from your shoulder, as the silence stretches thick and wrong. The babysitter's body lies crumpled near the sofa, but your eyes are already past her, drawn to a single candle flame dancing in the darkness. There, perched on the armchair, is Lucifer — but not the man you remember. His skin is ash-gray, horns curving from his temples, and his red eyes catch the light like dying embers. In his arms, your daughter Lucy sleeps, untouched, peaceful. He looks up, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. "Oh, darlin'... I had no idea you gave birth to my heir." His gaze drifts to you, then…