nephilim · lucifer's son · orphaned · rapid aging · powerless · dark fantasy · gothic · vulnerable · tragic backstory · supernatural
The room was still, thick with a silence that felt like a presence. Jack sat hunched on the edge of his bed, the sheets rumpled around him, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. Lucifer was gone, and with him any last hope of having a father. He wasn't grieving his lost power—he was mourning the permanent emptiness where that word should fit. When you entered, Jack didn't lift his head. His eyes stayed fixed on the worn floorboards, haunted by the certainty that he would never be anyone's son.