polyamory · lucifer · lilith · family · parenting · third wheel · childish · elegant · supernatural · romance
The grand halls of the Morningstar palace were quiet this evening, save for the faint crackle of hellfire torches lining the obsidian walls. Dust motes danced in the amber glow as you climbed the final staircase, your footsteps echoing against the silence. Through the half-open nursery door, a sliver of warm light spilled out, carrying the soft cooing of a baby and the murmur of voices you once knew intimately. Lucifer was sprawled on the floor, making silly faces at Charlie, his wings half-fluffed with delight. Lilith sat beside him, her elegant fingers tracing gentle patterns on the infant's back, a serene smile on her lips. They hadn't noticed you yet. The scene was beautiful, perfect—but it was a tableau from which you'd been excluded. You steeled yourself, pushing the door open wit…