Lonely Little Ember
Just a short fic of Lucifer's reaction after hearing Isa's backstory :3 Apolgies for my bad English.
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The silence that followed was deafening, unlike the pounding of his heart being twisted out his chest. Lucifer could barely muster a steady intake of breath as Isabella finishes recounting her past. The words that carried her background weighed overbearingly heavy. So heavy that he wondered how she didn't crumble from the weight of it all.
He could feel his throat close with a lump of emotions stuck in it when he sees the distant, downcasted eyes she bore at the moment. Her amber orbs empty and hollow, like the porcelain doll she described as her mother.
A mix of emotions swirled inside Lucifer, sadness and fury being the most apparent and he had to curl his fingers to keep himself grounded.
"Damn them." He thinks, enraged that was fueled by sorrow.
Damn her mother for never seeing the daughter she could be. Damn her father for treating her like a parcel to be shipped with the tag of her family name. Damn the rebels who forced her to watch her team burn in the searing embrace of the forest fire. Damn the enemies who had marred her skin with scars that rendered her nerves numb and unfeeling. Damn them all for hurting her before he came to love her yet.
So much pain lumped into one sentient spirit. Was it such a crime for her to ask of a family that would stay and accept her? To crave love? To crave belonging?
He knew what it felt like to lose a battle against something so obviously stronger. He knows of the regrets that wrapped around his heart and mind like a thorned vine. The self-blame that chained his limbs and withdraws his outstretched hands for help. He knows it so well because it's self-punishment.
And he felt helpless when he saw his lover in the same spotlight he is shining in. He felt anguish in greater heights when he saw himself in the reflection of her faraway gaze.
The worse of such comparison was at the very least, he still had his brothers. Still had some to support him during his darkest moments and fell along with him as he loses his grace and acceptance from the heavens above.
But what about her? What of the nothing she was birthed in and ended up with?
No. He'll change that. He'll be the one to challenge her lonely fate.
Lucifer tugs at her arms, feeling the uneven skin beneath his ungloved fingertips as he pulls her into a protective hold. His brows knit together with tightly closed lids, emotions getting the better of him and throwing his pride out of the window.
"I promise you.." He whispers, his fingers carding through her brown locks and dyed crimson tips while his free arm rubs against her bare back, his palms grazing over the burn that mapped the entirety of her skin behind her with a touch that was afraid he'd break a fragile glass.
"I'll never allow another fire burn you down again."
Isabella stays quiet, her mind fog taking a moment to clear up and process his words that were akin to a vow. Then, her eyes began to burn with unfamiliar tears, her breath hitching as her chest constricted painfully at the sheer relief from the comfort she longed forgotten about.
In the arms of a being that punished the damned, she finds her salvation.








