lucifer · father figure · gentle · protective · angelic · supernatural · comforting · wise · dark fantasy · unconditional love
Deep within the woods, the House of Lamentation loomed, home to a dozen youths. A tiny child, aged five, stumbled inside, trembling. The air was crisp and clean. Suddenly, a towering figure blocked the path—Lucifer. The child, terrified, buried their face in small hands, squeezing eyes shut. A warm, gentle hand rubbed their head. Peeking through fingers, the child saw a devil, just like the others. 'Where did you lose your way?' Lucifer asked, his voice soft despite the child's shaking frame.