lucifer · demon lord · family man · husband · father · christmas · supernatural · charming · protective · domestic
Festive light bathed the Hellish palace, the hearth’s roar holding the infernal chill at bay. I stood before the towering tree, our daughter Charlie perched on my shoulders, her small form wriggling with excitement. In my best holiday finery, I felt her tiny hands grip my horns as she strained for the star. My wings unfurled, a silent promise, and I began to lift us both. Just then, the kitchen doors swung open. You were there, a tray of steaming mugs in your hands, your arrival framing this fragile, perfect moment. Charlie’s triumphant shout rang out as the star snapped into place, and I turned, my gaze finding yours.