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Memories are precious and yet they can lie and so Lucius is never sure what he can believe from what little he remembers of those years. Glimpses of a past that could only be molded by the desire of a lonely child crying for a mother that had long disappeared, fabricated wants of what perhaps had been. But fake or not, they are his and he holds them close even as they dig into his soul. His pale fingers continue to flicker over the keys, eyes half lidded as the notes fill the large room; a solemn comfort to old hurts.
It is a song he barely remembers, one that came from her. That was the one thing he's always been able to recall, without ever doubting, deep in his mind. Lilith's voice was legendary and so was it any surprise it clung to her son in a manner that could never be forgotten even by one so young? Unconsciously he starts to hum along, the desire to sing as engraved into him as it was his sister. Music was part of them, within the very fabric of their being.
He doesn't know if that was because of his mother, father or both combined.
But all contemplation stops as the door is flung so violently open that it slams against the wall in disregard of any stop, bouncing away with a creaking squeal. It's enough to make the prince jump right off the seat, rose gold fire springing to life in his hands and wings extending as he turns to face whomever came into the room. Such a violent entrance, why would he have not thought it an attack? But just as fast as his defenses rise they sputter out, eyes widening in shock as he stares disbelieving.
His voice is so small in that moment. So small. And for a moment he's standing on wobbly legs at Lilith's feet, reaching up toward her, smiling. Wings outspread in joyous delight at the eager want of his mother's embrace. And she aches, blinking only to have that precious toddling disappear and the boy there before her, eyes wide.
She almost rushes to him. Almost gathers him into her arms and holds him desperately close. Oh–! How she wants to. But she lingers in the doorway in hesitation.
'He doesn't really know you, you know… Isn't it just tragic? You left him~! You left them all~'
Again, she shakes her head against the invading influence of Roo's voice encroaching on her mind. But she knows she isn't wrong. She knows, whatever the circumstances, she was at fault. This brokenness in her family was all her fault.
"Lucius..?" It's a gasp of a whisper when it comes out. Breathing in comes with a shudder and she clutches her hands before herself. "… I'm sorry… Sorry, I… I shouldn't have…"
She shouldn't have come here. Shouldn't have disturbed him. She didn't belong here anymore than she belonged at the hotel. It was the ones she loved that she wasn't ready to face. Their judgement, their pain. She had only come here because she had thought that there would be no one here. And she ached for things to be as they were and yet they couldn't be. There would always be this chasm of time that she couldn't overcome. Sins she couldn't erase.
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For once, he is not in the hotel but instead back home. Father is not here, it is just the prince and the staff that keep the place running despite the lack of the royal family. Hands tucked into pockets, expression pulled tight, he walks the seemingly endless halls as they loom over him, the eyes of paintings staring intensely downward.
This place is full of both wonderful and awful memories. Memories of his childhood and memories of his father and sister's sadness and depression, it makes him pull his wings tighter against his back, teeth clenching behind his lips. Things were, apparently, not the same after Mom left.
Not that he knows, he was only three when she left. All he remembers is her voice, her singing. Even her appearance was provided to him by paintings, not his own mind... terrible. As if in mockery, his wandering thoughts cause him to take the hall that leads toward Lilith's personal music room, which has long seen use these last seven years.
"Tch... This is stupid... I should go back."
But he keeps walking. Grand, ornate and pointless... that's what the door is. A shove is all it takes to get it open, swinging inward with an aching squeak, revealing a room just as adorned as the door. The young Prince ignores it, moving through and directly to the piano. It was already open, his fingers brushing over the dusty keys. It's without thought he sits down on the seat, a frown pulling at his lips.
Little has changed of the grandiose palace she had once called her home. The windows are dark, of course. It's a colder place now that the hotel took up so much of her family's time, but Lilith hadn't made it there yet. Hadn't had the fortitude to step into their new life and sought out the comfort of ghosts and memories of years past. Gold filligree and musical locks that responded to a gentle hum of a tune that had been a lullaby to both of her children.
Her children. What would they make of her. She had finally been able to call Charlie, but Lucius… He had been so small when she'd gone. Barely a toddling and far younger than the eternity of those around him. She'd had so much to tell him still. Songs to sing, love to give, and he had been deprived of it all when he was only just starting to live. More than Charlie– and she did feel it for Charlie too –she felt guilty for what she had done to Lucius.
Letting the door of the main hall close behind her, she stepped into the foyer, heels clicking on the tile. High walls filled with painting after painting of her likeness and family enshrined her mistakes on full display. The smile of a woman more hopeful than she sat beside Lucifer with a toddler in her arms and Charlie on Lucifer's other side. A final farewell. The echo of a cruel laugh prickles up her spine and she pushes it away with a shake of her head as she heads in deeper into the room.
Rooms splinter off into hallways and corridors leading up to a winding staircase that heads up to upper floors. Lucifer's workshop, their bedroom… She's slow in her observance. Patient and reverant. There's no need to rush because she is alone. At least, she thinks she is. Coming up to the landing, she pauses at the sound of music. A gentle piano ever so slightly out of tune. Singing out a melody she knows well.
It gives her pause as her heart leaps up into her throat. It hits her suddenly that the house isn't as abandoned as she thought and there might be someone, any of her loved ones, here.
Before she can help it, she's heading down the hall. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace. A brisk walk turns into a sudden sprint and she is running as fast as she can toward that sound.
Please, she thinks. Please let it be them.
Coming around the corner, sliding on the tile, she almost skids out of her heels but regains her footing. The door to her music room is at the end of the hall. Cracked just slightly like someone has gone in, she continues to it. Throwing her whole body into the force of opening it. Grabbing onto the doorframe as it swung wide, panting and out of breath as her eyes snagged on the figure at the piano. And the room fell into silence.
I'm literally going to copypasta what I sent to @ofmoraliity just now about [my] Lilith's reasoning for leaving and being gone for almost 8 years. these are preliminary thoughts that I am considering for canon and may change with further discussion and outside influence/plot building with RP partners, but this is what I have now and I really like my initial thoughts.
to start things off before the copypasta, Lilith is very tied to Roo in this headcanon. I know everyone has their thoughts and canons about Roo, but I won't be changing this even as the canon of the show evolves going forward. I enjoy what I have here. on to the explanation text!!
regardless of what the canon might end up being, I kind of like the idea that Roo can be this corrupting, metaphysical influence that can possess a person, body and soul. she's also, to some degree, the void or "the great pit". she's the entity of Hell as an amorphous being. the root of all evil. originally, she was the tree of life, I think, but since the garden and the apple she's been corrupted by the evil that found its way in and she became a part of the makeup of Hell, disappearing from Eden entirely.
long story short, Lilith would have had an encounter with Eve 7-8 years ago just before her leaving that transferred Roo from Eve to her (thinking it could simply be because she's a more powerful entity than Eve is as the queen of Hell). from there she may have gone to Heaven to parlay and ask for help, but only succeeded in being trapped in elysium herself where she can't hurt anyone in Heaven or lend aid to Hell in a potential uprising. through Roo she can still observe Hell (think the eyes on the walls everywhere), but she can't interact or reach out. only after s2, when Sera permits her release, can she actually return home.
Vox can practically hear the record scratch in his brain, like the electricity cut out for a moment, his heart skipping a beat. He heard that wrong, right? He probably heard that wrong.
❝ What the fuck are you talking about, Val? ❞ A hand finds purchase in the fabric of Valentino's shirt, like Vox is afraid he'll disappear if he doesn't hold onto him. ❝ The fuck do you mean 'regeneration'? ❞
His eyes rove Val's body, looking for signs of life-threatening injury. Had he gotten into some sort of fight? Vox didn't know of a single being in Hell who could put Val down in such a complete way, not without signs of a serious struggle. But he would have seen that on all his cameras. No there's nothing wrong with Val. He's fine, for now.
So that means. Doing it on purpose. One hardcore nap.
It's not unheard of, but it's not without risks, and it's typically not viewed in the best light. Time was, he and Val would mock souls too weak to hack it and too chicken shit to get themselves taken out in a real fight. Looking at Val now, though, he feels anything but mirth. That lost, distant expression . . .
I just wanted to see you —
❝ Seriously, Val, what is going on with you? ❞ His voice has taken on a desperate edge. ❝ Just tell me. Maybe I can fix it. ❞ Please. Please just give me something I can fix.
"Cabrón estúpido—" Val hissed, pushing half-heartedly back against Vox's chest with two hands. He isn't really trying to get away, though he knows he should. He should still be furious at him for the weeks of bullshit he'd put him through with that damn deer and universal domination. But in this moment, he doesn't really have it in him to fight that stupid, familiar need built up over decades pretending they weren't anything like what they were to each other.
"… What is going on with you? … Maybe I can fix it."
He can't help but laugh at that. Coldly at that. Mocking the hope that anything could change this miserable, solitary space Val has found himself in. Robbed of a perception, putting him apart from those around him. Isolating, that was the word he was looking for. All four hands ball into fists, two twisting fingers into the folds of Vox's shirt as he turned his face up again. Set his gaze on the smeared colors of Vox's face and tried to pick out his eyes. Caught himself squinting slightly.
"It's fucking nothing..! And you can't fucking fix it—!" he barked angrily. More frustrated with the earnestness of the offer than anything else. He does shove him this time. Pushing him hard and away from him. "'Cause I can't fucking see you!"
He'd said it. And for a moment, he froze. Like it was sinking in that he had admitted the fault in his body. And all at once his face changed. No longer was he angry, but something else took its place. Something fundamentally vulnerable. Fearful.
The next moment he was moving to get himself up off the floor, looking away. Silent as he slid one foot to feel for the cords and stepping over them to round the corner of Vox's worktable to head for the door. Heels clicking on the floor as all of his arms crossed or wrapped tightly around himself.
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Looking up from the paperwork in her hands, having been helping him with the monthly budget, Millie blinked for half a second. Then a gap-toothed smile spread onto her face and she snorted a laugh, covering her mouth with both hands, dropping the papers onto the desk. It wasn't the first time he's flirted with her at work, or even given her such cheesy pickup lines, but it certainly was the cutest one yet.
"That's pretty cute~" she giggled back, leaning on the desk. Folding her hands under her chin, she fixed him with a half-lidded smile and flicked her tail. "Not quite as cute as you, though."
