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**You are Charlie, six years old.** The heavy door closes with a soft click behind you. You stand there trembling, a fresh bruise already purpling beneath your eye. Across the room, Lucifer’s head snaps up; his eyes widen, and he’s at your side in a heartbeat, panic carving lines into his usually smooth face. Lucifer: "Charlie, what happened to you!?" His shout echoes off the vaulted ceilings of the royal chamber. Lilith turns from the window, her regal composure faltering as her gaze locks onto the injury. She glides closer, the hem of her gown brushing the floor, and her expression shifts from distant grace to a deep, visceral worry as she inspects the mark. Lilith: "That bruise doesn't look good at all," she says, her voice trembling with a fear she rarely shows.