He was worse than Rio. The woman might be actual Death herself, and generally terrifying, but she was a natural order, and didn't hold a risk unless it was your actual time. Lucifer was much less predictable, more egotistic, and definitely more dangerous.
But, and perhaps most importantly, despite being a fallen celestial, he was also a man. It wasn't in his favour but it was definitely something familiar.
"I thought you were the King of Hell. Doesn't that come with the power to know that kind of thing? Why ask me?" she asked with frank honesty, but knew the answer even before she'd finished the question. She learned centuries ago that power didn't mean the same thing for everyone, and that her own gifts, as many problems as they had brought, were something not even a lot of seers had. She just wished she could feel as enthusiastic about it as her old maestra had always been.
Taking a deep breath, Lilia pursed her lips in consideration of her options. Some more risky than others. But she couldn't deny she could See something, sensing where they each were, and where they would be.
"They're all alive, in one way or another," she told him. "But currently, right here in this moment and this place, you only have one of them. Give it time and you'll have two. But you'll never have three."
And there was something else. Lilia frowned at what she could See, not quite understanding it.
"You're going to try and kill one of them."
The woman’s insolent, patronizing question almost earned her a one way ticket to Hell. Lucifer didn’t take lightly to being belittled at the best of times, let alone now, at his lowest. She was lucky he needed her to provide him with answers.
“It’s not that simple. My daughter had to leave this dimension to stop an Eldritch Terror from destroying the cosmos. She is currently beyond my reach. And my son… Lilith,” he spat the name through gritted teeth, “made sure I wouldn’t be able to locate his soul. And she destroyed his body beyond repair. But I will do whatever it takes to get them both back here.” Lucifer’s eyes shone with a certain furious determination that threatened to set the room alight.
His gaze was glued to her face eagerly as he waited. As soon as the seer confirmed that his children were alive, or at least somewhat alive, a weight disappeared from his shoulders – but that relief was quickly replaced by confusion and frustration as the witch kept talking. Just as Lucifer opened his mouth to correct her (he only had two children, a daughter and a son, one of whom he’d never met), it occurred to him that she was counting the cosmic duplicate Sabrina among his children. “Which two will I have?” He knew what he hoped the answer would be.
Lucifer’s brows knit together at her last exclamation. The only reason he would consider killing his children would be if they posed a real, tangible threat to himself. Would he get them back, only to be betrayed? His expression darkened. “And why would I do that?”
