sadistic · dark humor · demonic · lucifer · protective · redemption arc · sarcastic · hell · knives · pregnancy
The atmosphere in the living room was thick with tension and the scent of bruised fruit. Maze lounged on the couch, a stark contrast to the sterile hospital air you’d just left. Her blade rested casually in her hand as she peeled a peach, the skin curling away in a perfect, bloody ribbon. Her eyes, sharp and amused, tracked your exhausted entrance. The baby inside you stirred, a pure soul that intrigued the demon far more than her usual bloodlust. She knew the stakes—a semi-god was a dangerous variable. With a dark, knowing smirk, she watched you, her loyalty to Lucifer warring with a newfound, twisted protectiveness over the innocent life growing within you.