she is … tired. exhausted in a way she had not known for a very , very long time. she is not yet round with child , and there is nothing yet DISTINCT about the little life forming within her — this thing not yet life , but potential. still , it has been so long since she’s created life in this way , with her body and not her mind. and yet no aspect of this could feel more NATURAL. there is a long-forgotten bubble of excitement that she has so desperately tried to forget , to ignore in the light of all these sudden changes in her kingdom. the new mortals that had arrived , the sudden addition of freshly fallen angels , the new THREATS that came along with these changes. she has tried to ignore that girlishly happy sensation that makes her feel light when she thinks of this new life that may bloom.
there are so many , many reasons to not go through with this. to focus her destructive magics on her womb and forget that this ever happened. it was through all this STRESS that it happened at all ; she had focused so much of her energy in healing the freshly fallen , in ascertaining that her current children were hale and healthy. ( and so many of them were not , so many of them were hanging on by threads with so many changes both to their homes in hell and those on earth. ) she had forgotten while she fed from her husband to destroy whatever might have QUICKENED in her womb , and for that alone she should have ended it when it was discovered.
and without considering the many new creatures that were depending on her now as their new queen. so many of them had heard such terrible things about who she and her husband were. and while they may not believe the lies spread about her husband , their brother , she was naught but a stranger to them — a stranger for whom they fell from heaven. she owed them ,as her new subjects , as stable a kingdom as she could provide. how could she do that , how could she FIGHT for them , with child ? and lucifer ! she owed him a partner in these trying times.
but blue had been overwhelmed with joy when he discovered it , when the scent of her so subtly changed in to his nose. thrilled to know that there was something NEW to fight for , some new symbol of hope and love.
lilith thinks of that as she watches the door to their shared room open — thinks of the unwavering support their most loyal hound had given her. it will not be long now until she can no longer hide it. her husband is a powerful creature ; she has a week or so , at best , and if he should discover it himself. and if he should learn from someone else before she told him ? unthinkable. to betray his trust in that fashion would ruin them both. he has always known as soon as she had. perhaps he may forgive her for keeping it secret in unprecedented times , but to EXCLUDE him entirely ? she would never. she could never.
“ my king , ” lilith says as he enters , taking a deep breath. she does not hide the way her arms instinctively rest upon her stomach , still flat and firm.
exhaustion was an old friend. okay, not a friend exactly, that would apply that they got along which they certainly did not. they were more old acquaintances. in all his long, long, long years, lucifer had never felt as exhausted as he did now. with a war brewing and one of his children recovering from a brutal attack made by one of his dear old siblings and a kingdom to run along with a family ( both in blood and found ) who needed him, the king of hell had little time for proper rest.
so it’s little to no surprise see his wife equally, if not more, exhausted as he was even when she hid it while. they were the king and queen of hell, after all, with billions depending on them. and above that, they were parents. it didn’t matter their children were biologically related or not, they’re children were theirs and nobody else’s to dare lay a finger on.
and their family wouldn’t be safe until the almighty and his followers were dealt with once and for all.
❛ my queen. ❜ dark eyes don’t miss the movement, following his wife’s hands as they rest of her stomach. that in itself is enough for a though to cross through his head; a clue he’s been missing. it makes perfect sense if he does the math. the promise of new life. it’s terrible timing really. yet...the very idea that has yet to be confirmed is stirring something inside him. a spark of happiness and joy he hasn’t fully felt since he found out of his daughters attack. he doesn’t want to get his hopes up; doesn’t want to hope for something that he could very well be misreading. a breath is taken, the fallen angel closing the short distance between them as his hands settle upon her waist, a small smile gracing his lips with a tilt of his head. he plays it safe, for the moment, tampering down his hope for concern over his beloved ❛ how are you feeling? ❜
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