You possess a rarity. Less than 1% of the human population share this gift with you.
You have TWO soulmates bonded to you, not just one. Their names sweetly printed on each wrist in neat and matching cursive: Lilith Morningstar on your left and Lucifer Morningstar on your right.
You were so confused. “Well either these two are coincidentally named after biblical figures or a cult is involved somehow in one way of another.”
One botched summoning attempt where you were the unwilling “sacrificial lamb” later, you’re nestled in a massive silk satin bed, cocooned in the powerful grasps of the King and Queen of Hell. All three of you are coated in a thin layer of sweat, loose crimson feathers patterned the room, and various ripped fabric littered on top of the mattress and all around your bodies.
↳ ❝ [Being the Morningstar's Oldest daughter] ¡! ❞
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, Charlie's older sister, and possibly the pillar of the family.
Type: Platonic, headcanon
Warnings: Family abandonment?, sad, parental depression
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When Lilith finally became pregnant for the first time, Lucifer was overjoyed, jumping for joy at the prospect of becoming parents again.
But, have you heard the theory that Lilith received a punishment or a curse that every time she had a child, it would be stillborn? That really happened to you.
You were born without life force or a soul, which prevented your heart and body from functioning. Lilith was devastated because her worst fear had come true, but Lucifer, with his still-angelic powers, gave you a soul so you could return to life, and…
…You opened your eyes.
So Lucifer, with tears in his eyes, held you in his arms while Lilith gazed at him with love and tears of happiness. Lucifer was overjoyed and cried tears of joy for a whole week.
During your childhood, you proved to be just like your mother: calm and composed. You loved your father's rubber duckies and even helped him make some from time to time. Luci told you stories about everything you wanted to hear: Creation, Eden, angels, and so on.
Until adolescence, you didn't go through your emo phase, but you became even more withdrawn. You didn't talk to your parents, you didn't look at them. It was your depressive phase, so to speak—not emo, just depressive. Something that worried your parents. Lucifer tried to be better for you, but it didn't work, and Lilith always tried to come into your room to talk to you, but you never succeeded.
Until your little sister was born… Everything changed. Charlie became the light of your life, and you stopped being like that. Everything went back to normal; you played with Charlie.
----Time skip----
Charlie is the heart that inspires; you are the fist that protects that heart. You support her unconditionally, but from your own perspective: while she builds the hotel, you "clean up" the neighborhood to ensure no danger approaches.
There's an affection tinged with loving exasperation.
Her spontaneous hugs drive you crazy (though deep down you adore them), and her optimism sometimes feels like a risk. Your most common line to her is: "Charlie, my love, that plan is terrible. Tell me how I can help you make it work."
In a crisis, your styles clash to create something new: your cool planning and her blind passion merge into a brilliant strategy. No one who threatens her lives to tell the tale, and no one who harms you faces her demonic wrath.
At a family dinner, Lucifer makes a cynical joke, you top it off with an even darker observation, and you both laugh. Lilith smiled contentedly, and Charlie looked at them, somewhere between amused and horrified, shouting, "Dad! Sister! Don't talk like that at the table!"
Lilith's departure was like an earthquake. Lucifer completely collapsed. His creativity and humor vanished, and he shut himself away in his workshop with his rubber ducks, not to create, but to hide. Charlie, still young, was devastated and confused, crying in her room, wondering what she had done wrong to make her mother leave.
Regarding your relationship with your father, you became his caretaker. You brought soup to his workshop, informed him of matters of state (which he barely listened to), and endured his long silences or his rare outbursts of frustration.
There was a shared but unspoken pain. You both missed Lilith, but in opposite ways: he, with despair; you, with a root of anger at being abandoned. Once, in a rare moment of candor, he murmured, "At least you didn't leave me." It was the saddest "thank you" he ever gave you.
Your greatest frustration was seeing that only Charlie could briefly draw him out of his shell with her infectious joy. Although you were happy for them, a small resentment grew inside you: "I've been here, holding everything together. Why her and not me?"
In that chaos, you didn't have time to cry. With a cold calm and a dull ache in your chest, you took charge.
You became the de facto Regent of Hell: You signed decrees, held audiences, and maintained order in the Seven Rings while your father was away. You were the shield protecting Charlie from the weight of the crown and the rumors circulating about her mother's disappearance.
The day Charlie had the idea for the hotel… She came to you with eyes full of tears but also determination: "Sister, we can't stay like this. We have to do something. Something good."
You recognized in her idea a lifeline for both of you: for her, a purpose; for the kingdom, a project to distract from the crisis. You used your influence and resources to acquire the dilapidated building that would become the Hotel. You told her, "If this is what you want, I'll help you build it. But let's do it intelligently."
As Charlie became obsessed with redemption and pure optimism, you focused on survival and stability. While she dreamed of Heaven, you ensured that the foundations of Hell didn't crumble.
This divergence created a tense distance between you. For Charlie, the Hotel was a mission of love; for you, it was an act of familial and political protection. You felt she didn't understand the true cost of keeping that dream safe.
You don't live in the hotel, but it's your most important protection project. You keep a watchful eye on everything: you assess each guest, "deter" any demons who might try to sabotage it, and maintain a relationship of mutual respect (and slight tension) with Alastor, because you both recognize each other as dangerous players.
Sir Pentious's redemption took you completely by surprise. For the first time, you see that your sister's dream isn't just an illusion, but a real possibility. Your pride is immense, but so is your fear: she's now a more valuable target, and therefore more vulnerable. Your protection becomes fiercer and more discreet than ever.
Seeing your father interact again, support Charlie, and even smile stirs up mixed feelings. There's hope of recapturing some of the old bond, but also resentment for the years of absence. Your relationship is now more like that of co-rulers, testing each other.
You're no longer the regent, but you remain the unofficial "Head of Security" of the kingdom and the family. Your loyalty is unwavering, but your smile is less frequent. Everyone else sees you as serious, practical, ruthlessly efficient. Only Charlie, on her best days, manages to make you laugh genuinely, reminding you that life isn't all duty and gloom.
summary: thinking you'd be able to dodge incompetent partners in hell was pretty naive thinking. At first everything was new and fun until they showed their true self, betraying you, not calling back or talking big and then not living up to it. Will you end up right back at their doorstep or will you learn from your mistakes?
warnings: smut, minors dni, cheating, ignorance, mentiones abuse - only verbal -> further warnings in the stories
notes: I had this in my mind since the album dropped and finally have the time! I put pubslishing dates for orientation, but the plan is to post one at least once a week though I can't tell you how long each of them will be. I also changed the interpretations sometimes! -> taglist / please be kind to reblog or comment as it keeps your fav writers motivated!
♫︎ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
#track 1! Manchild — vox × fem!sinner!reader
-> he was known as one of the smartest overlords in hell...so why did he start acting like the dumbest man on earth? He forgot about your date, can't remember a single one of your interests and yet seeks you out every day – the worst part? you like him all in incompetent. • 1st March 2026
#track 2! Tears — alastor × hotel resident!reader
-> you were well aware of the men walking through hell, disrespectful and disgusting...not much different from earth. Even in Charlie's hotel they seemed to share those qualities, until Alastor introduced himself. Respectful, responsive and able to hold a conversation, why were your clothes still on? • 6th March 2026
#track 3! My Man on Willpower — vox × overlord!reader
-> he called you everyday, stood in front of your door and promised he'd spent the rest of eternity with you, you thought you had met your match! All until he stops and you wonder if he put a self restraining order in himself. Not even your slutty pyjamas were tempting him, where has he gone? • 13th March 2026
#track 4! Sugar Talking — valentino × reader
-> valentino had mastered the game, he thought and maybe he did but was he being outplayed? You knew the paragraph he sent, the flowers he brought and the money he spend were to get into your pants so what if you enjoyed it? It was only the seventh time! • 19th March 2026
#track 5! We Almost Broke Up Again Last Night — velvette × fem!reader
-> being with Velvette was a constant back and forth, one moment everything was like a fairytale, in the next you were fighting and close to breaking up again. • 26th March 2026
#track 6! Nobody's Son — vox × charlie's friend!reader
-> Sometimes you wished you could've met his mother, just to tell her how much of an asshole her son was and that she should've raised him better. You thought he'd change his mind, finally reach out to you but in the end...you only ended up crying in your bed and third wheeling. • 2nd April 2026
#track 7! Never Getting Laid — alastor × !reader
-> Alastor was like someone designed to fuck with you. One minute he was at your side, promising you everything and the next he was gone. Was he cheating or wanting to leave you? Your own mind was spiraling, why else wouldn't he sleep with you? Maybe you should call it quits. • 9th April 2026
#track 8! When Did You Get Hot? — adam × angel!reader
-> you had known Adam since earth and had admit he wasn't the man of your dreams – but then again you had only seen him a handful of times! After your death you joined heaven, meeting him again and when did he turn into this sexy man? Oh, you hoped he'd take you back to his for a game of naked twister. • 14th April 2026
#track 9! Go Go Juice — vox × model!reader
-> you should've known Vox could never let Valentino go. Velvette told you so, Melissa told you so, Valentino told you so and still you got your hopes up. What better way to forget him than a night out at the bar? Maybe Melissa should have confiscated your phone, because he was the first number you dialed for a drunken hook up. • 17th April 2026
#track 10! Don't Worry I'll Make You Worry — velvette × sinner!reader
-> the social media overlord was a force to be reckoned with. She made you laugh, euphoric and knew how to keep you hooked. You knew that, knew she was always on her phone and yet didn't call back right away but she did? You jumped to meet her. • 28th April 2026
#track 11! House Tour — alastor × rosie's daughter!reader
-> Alastor should've have known it was a mistake to you move, but Rosie was your mother and he was still in debt. You on the other hand can't wait to let him inside and give him a tour, show him the waxed floors and your design. • 1st May 2026
#track 12! Goodbye — lilith × fem!reader
-> One night she's saying she loves you and the next she's breaking your heart. Suddenly she doesn't love you anymore and says her goodbye, when only seven days later she's back at your doorstep with flowers and has the audacity to be the one who cries. • 7th May 2026
#track 13! Such a Funny Way — lucifer × sinner!reader
-> Lucifer, the king of hell of course he is busy! But still he's the sweetest guy you ever met, returning your jacket and telling you to not contact him again because he can't bear to live without you! Isn't it funny, how much you mean to him? Someone should really knock some sense into you. • 13th May 2026
-> taglist | please be kind to reblog or comment as it keeps your fav writers motivated!
Maybe either poly!lucilith or poly!murdermedia with reader who is insecure in their relationship (i.e., feeling left out by them, not feeling good enough for their partners, doubting their place in the relationship)? Kinda looking for some hurt-comfort fics now 🥹
Lucilith x Reader
Notes: why must you do this to me anon〒▽〒
cw: hurt/comfort, insecure reader, cheesy romance
Morning in Hell didn’t look the way you once imagined it would.
No screaming souls, no raging firestorms tearing across the horizon—at least not from the kitchen windows of the palace. Instead, the sky beyond the tall glass shimmered in deep crimson and gold, like a sunrise that had been dipped in wine. The palace itself was quiet, almost tender in its stillness.
You weren’t usually awake this early.
Normally, this kitchen belonged to an army of chefs and servants. Today, however, it belonged to you.
You stood in the middle of it, sleeves rolled up, staring at the ingredients.
Usually, you wouldn’t have bothered. Not for anyone.
But this wasn’t just anyone.
You were dating the King and Queen of Hell.
Even thinking about it still made your chest flutter a little. Months ago, when the relationship started, it had felt like a dream you were waiting to wake up from. Lucifer and Lilith—two impossibly powerful, beautiful beings—had chosen you.
And they made sure you never forgot it.
Every week there was something new.
You had once mentioned liking a certain fruit you’d liked in the human world and missed it sometimes. A week later, Lucifer had proudly dragged you outside to show you an entire greenhouse devoted to growing them.
You’d once said you missed this restaurant in the Pentagram City but it always had a two month waiting list. Two days later, Lilith had calmly informed you she’d hired the chef.
You stared down at the bowl in front of you. Flour dusted the counter. A faint smear of batter clung to your sleeve. Your fingers tightened slightly around the whisk.
What could you possibly give people who could have anything? That question had been gnawing at you for weeks. Until last night.
You had made cookies. Nothing fancy—just something you remembered from when you were alive.
And they had loved them.
Lucifer had nearly inhaled three in a row. “Oh my god,” he had gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Lily. Darling. My love. I think I’m ascending.”
Lilith had rolled her eyes—but she had taken more cookies than him, even stealing Lu's portion when he was not looking. “These are wonderful, dove.”
They’d even asked if you could make them again sometime. And that tiny moment had sparked the idea.
“Then this should be… good too. Right?”
You pour the batter into the pan, watching it spread, trying to focus on the small, manageable things. Flip. Wait. Don’t burn it. Don’t mess it up.
You add fruit—carefully picked, ironically from the very garden they made for you.
A small, almost bitter smile tugs at your lips at the irony. “Even this isn’t really mine, is it…”
It’s nice. It’s thoughtful. But is it… enough?
A small, sharp laugh escapes you. “God, what am I even doing…”
You arranged everything carefully on the tray, adjusting the plates three times before stepping back. Your heart was already starting to beat faster.
God. Why were you nervous?
What if—
Your stomach twisted.
What if they only liked you because you were interesting for a while?
The thought slipped in quietly, the way it had been doing more and more lately.
Lucifer and Lilith had been together for centuries. Their bond was ancient, powerful, unshakable.
Sometimes when they spoke about the past and you felt like a small, temporary thing standing beside something eternal. Like eventually they might realize you didn’t quite belong in the picture.
Your fingers curled slightly against the counter.
Maybe that was why you wanted to do this so badly. Something that said I care about you too.
You lifted the tray carefully. The cups rattled softly as you steadied them. “Okay,” you muttered under your breath. “You can do this.”
The palace hallways were still quiet as you walked through them, the massive space feeling almost too big for the small tray in your hands.
Your heart thumped a little faster with every step toward their room.
By the time you reached the bedroom door, your heart was pounding. You nudged it open with your shoulder.
The massive room was dim and warm, the heavy curtains only letting in streaks of red morning light.
You had expected to see the usual - Lucifer sprawled across the bed, hair messy, blanket half kicked off. Lilith's hair cascading over the pillows, one arm resting where you had been earlier.
So when you nudged the door open with your shoulder—
Your steps slowed. The bed was empty.
Your brows furrowed immediately. “…Huh?”
The blankets were tossed aside, pillows dented from where they’d slept, but the room itself was quiet.
You stepped further inside, carefully placing the tray down on the table near the bed.
“Lucifer?” you called lightly. “Lilith?”
Still nothing. Your confusion deepened. It wasn’t like them to disappear this early—Lucifer especially.
That was when it happened.
A slender arm suddenly wrapped around your waist. Another hand gently covered your eyes. You gasped softly in surprise as you were pulled back against a warm body.
A familiar, smooth voice brushed against your ear. “Caught you.”
A shiver ran down your spine instantly.
“Lilith,” you breathed, half laughing, half startled.
Her quiet chuckle rumbled against your back as her hand slid away from your eyes.
You turned within her arms, the motion easy and instinctive by now. Lilith’s hands settled comfortably behind your back, drawing you close as she looked down at you with that amused, knowing smile of hers.
“You’re up early,” she murmured.
“I—”
Before you could answer—Another presence moved behind you.
You barely had time to register it before arms suddenly wrapped around both of you from the back.
Lucifer’s bright laughter filled the room. “LOVE SANDWICH!”
You squeaked as you were squeezed between them.
Lucifer had wedged himself behind you, while his arms stretched around you to dramatically cling to Lilith as well.
Laughter bubbled out of you. For a moment, it felt perfect.
Then Lilith’s fingers brushed beneath your eyes. The gentle touch made you blink in surprise.
Her thumb lightly traced the faint skin there, her gaze sharpening just slightly. “Have you not been sleeping well, darling?”
Your stomach dropped.
Shit. Your mind scrambled instantly.
You couldn’t let them know you’d been lying awake for nights, staring at the ceiling, thoughts spiraling about whether you truly belonged here.
But you also didn’t want to lie to them.
The silence stretched for too long.
Behind you, Lucifer shifted slightly. “Maybe the bed is not comfortable?”
You almost snorted.
The bed was the most luxurious thing you had ever slept on in your life. The mattress was softer than clouds, the sheets silk, the pillows perfect.
But since you didn’t want to lie…You tried to deflect.
You pointed toward the tray. “The food is getting cold.”
Lucifer’s head snapped toward the table instantly. “Oh my god! Lily, she’s spoiling us!”
Relief flooded your chest.
Phew. That was easy.
“But~”
Your relief died instantly.
Lucifer’s voice had turned sing-song. “What are you not telling us, sweetheart?”
“How—?”
He was still behind you, so there was no way he studied your expressions.
Lucifer replied smugly, “Because we know you inside out, darling.”
“Your shoulders are a little hunched,” he said. He tilted his head slightly. “As they always are when you’re unsure.”
Lilith tilted her head slightly. “So, you’re not going to tell us?”
You frowned a little. “Well I don’t exactly know how to explain—”
“Then,” Lilith interrupted gently, her lips curving into a wicked smile, “I suppose we’ll just have to coax it out of you.”
Your brain barely had time to process that sentence.
Because the next moment—Lilith kissed you. Her hand slid to cradle the side of your face as she pulled you closer, her lips warm and slow against yours, guiding the kiss with confident ease.
For a moment your mind went completely blank. Lilith always kissed like she already knew the effect she had on you. Like she enjoyed watching you forget how to think.
You melted into the kiss before you could stop yourself, your hands instinctively finding her waist.
Lucifer's arms slid loosely around your middle from behind, his chest pressing lightly against your back as he leaned closer.
A quiet laugh brushed your ear, his lips brushed gently against the side of your neck.
Lucifer wasn’t rushed about it either. He moved slowly, deliberately—soft kisses trailing along your neck, warm breaths ghosting over your skin between them.
Lilith deepened the kiss slightly, her fingers slipping into your hair as she tilted your chin upward.
It was overwhelming in the softest way possible.
Blood rushed straight to your cheeks.
You could practically feel the heat spreading across your face as Lilith pulled back from the kiss, her lips curving into a pleased smile at your flustered expression.
“Oh?” she murmured softly.
Then, before you could recover—
She started kissing your face.—just quick, affectionate kisses scattered everywhere. Your cheek, your temple, the corner of your mouth, your forehead.
You barely had time to react. “Lili—!”
Behind you, Lucifer clearly took this as encouragement.
His kisses along your neck grew more deliberate, warmer, lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. His arm tightened around your waist while he pressed another soft kiss just below your ear.
Lucifer chuckled softly behind you. “Well now,” he said with mock surprise. “First time hearing ‘stop’ from you.”
You groaned quietly.
Lilith leaned back slightly, though her hand remained gently at your waist. Her expression was amused, but patient. “Go on, darling.”
Lucifer rested his chin on your shoulder again, clearly invested.
You took a breath, trying to calm the lingering warmth in your face. You really had to phrase this normally. “Well…” you started slowly. “I was thinking that since you both do so much for me… I should thank you—”
“Darling,” Lilith interrupted gently. “You don’t need to thank us.”
“But—”
“Totally agreed,” Lucifer chimed in immediately. “I would rather you stay in bed all day,” he continued cheerfully, “doing absolutely nothing but getting loved by us.”
You stared at him and snorted. “That is a very oddly specific fantasy.”
Lilith let out a long, theatrical sigh. “Hmm,” she mused thoughtfully. “Perhaps we are the ones at fault.”
You blinked. “What?”
Lilith rested her cheek against her hand, gaze full of mock contemplation. “Maybe we were simply unable to properly express how much we adore you,” she continued gravely, “and it has caused you so much unnecessary distress.”
“No—it’s not—” you started quickly.
Lucifer suddenly leaned forward with a slow, mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe,” he said, eyes gleaming, “we should kneel and worship you to get the point across.”
Your brain froze.
Before either of them could even move, you scrambled onto the bed in a panic, so they donn't kneel on the cold floor. “Okay, okay!” you blurted out quickly. “I understand!”
Lilith's eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. “Well,” she said smoothly, “it seems our point was made.”
Then she reached over, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “In the future,” she said softly, “when you start feeling like that again…” Her voice softened, though the playful warmth remained. “You tell us.”
Lilith’s smile turned just a little more wicked. “And we will prove again and again that you’re never escaping us.”
Your heart skipped.
Lucifer leaned in closer, “Oh absolutely,” he added cheerfully. “You’re trapped now.”
You groaned, though a laugh slipped out anyway. “Wow. Very romantic.”
Lucifer grinned. “I thought so.”
The rest of the morning unfolded far more pleasantly than you had imagined.
At some point, Lilith had gently pulled you down until your head rested in her lap. One of her hands absentmindedly brushed through your hair while the other held a slice of apple from the tray.
Lucifer, meanwhile, had fully claimed your thighs as a pillow, stretched across the bed like a satisfied cat while eating a slice of apple pie.
Lilith lifted the apple slice toward your lips. You leaned forward and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Then you hummed happily. “It’s so sweet!”
Lilith chuckled softly above you, the sound warm and amused. “Is it now?”
Her fingers tilted your chin up slightly. “I think I’d like to have a taste.”
Before you could reply, she leaned down.
Her lips met yours in a deep, lingering kiss, stealing the sweetness of the apple from your mouth.
When she pulled back, there was a pleased sparkle in her eyes. “Hmm,” she murmured. “You’re right.”
Below you, Lucifer snorted lightly. Your attention dropped to him just as he finished a bite of pie. “I think this,” he said, holding up the fork proudly, “is much sweeter.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Is it now?”
Lucifer grinned.
You leaned forward from Lilith’s lap and kissed him too—quick at first, then a little deeper when he happily leaned up to meet you.
He laughed softly into the kiss before settling back against your legs again.
Behind you, Lilith watched the exchange with an amused smile.
And then—because Lucifer had momentarily forgotten about the plate beside him—you saw your chance. As Lucifer and Lilith leaned toward each other, their lips meeting in a soft, familiar kiss—
You sneakily reached over. Snagged a piece of apple from Lucifer’s plate and popped it straight into your mouth.
“I saw that!” he grumbled, though he fed you another piece.
You burst out laughing—crumbs everywhere, plates half forgotten, and the morning stretching lazily around you.
TW: slight description of blood(nothing too intense, tho) comfort all out after the initial angst
Prolog(?): Lucifer x Lilith x a human S/O that got hurt
Ganre: Hurt (physical) and comfort
Type: Drabble(this might become a series) as in Lucililith x human reader(tell me if you want that tho)
Gn reader
Masterlist
Blood.
That's all you really could see.
Your hand had blood on the palm.
Your blood.
You just wanted to have some fun with a little workout.
But instead, you got the opposite.
Your non injured hand scrabbled for your phone, almost dropping it as you got it out of your pants pocket. You dialed one of your lovers number, but to no avail, there was no answer.
Right, your two lovers were in a very important meeting.
Fuck.
Why did you have to go to earth by yourself?
Now, it would be difficult to teleport back home in hell.
You decided to text both of your lovers with what one might consider a very cryptic message.
"S.O.S Blood."
You sat down at a nearby bench at the family park you were working out and trying to have fun at.
You closed your eyes while trying to stop the bleeding from your palm.
You slowly felt lightheaded.
The park started spinning.
And then.
Lights out.
...
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Wake up, darling."
You slowly open your eyes, beautiful violet eyes looking back at you.
"There they are." Lilith said smiling. "Oh thank fuck." You heard Lucifer say some where in the... room? Yes room, you felt the satin sheets of the bed you shared with your lovers, and-
You whined.
Your palm stung like no other
You felt Lilith caress your face and coo at you.
"You poor thing. Luci honey help our darling sit up help so they can eat."
You felt Lucifer pick you up slightly, the man getting ever so slightly on his tippy toes as Lilith put Lucifers giant fluffy duck pillow behind your back.
"How are you feeling, love?" Lucifer asked you as Lilith picked up your meal. "Very lightheaded."
"Don't worry." Lilith said, scooping up a fork of noodles and putting it in front of your mouth, "this might help." You gladly accepted the warm noodles in your mouth.
As Lilith fed you, you saw Lucifer give an odd look to Lilith. "Fine. Go ahead."
You made eye contact with your angelic lover.
"How did your injury happen? Did someone do this to you, love?" Lucifer asked you with a look of revenge.
You looked to the side thinking back, as you saw Lilith on the corner of your eye with an even more murderous look than Lucifer.
"Uhm... Well, I was at the park on the monkey bars, I moved to one bar and I suddenly felt a terrible sting."
You looked back at your hand, hissing for a second.
"I think someone put razors on the monkey bars..."
You looked back at your lovers, and although they never showed it to you, you swore you saw much more demonic forms on them for a split second.
You felt Lilith bring your head to her chest as well as Lucifer hugging you from the side.
"It's ok darling, we will make sure that that person gets taught a lesson, don't you worry." Lilith told you rubbing your back, Lucifer doing the same.
Her and Lucifer gave you a kiss on ether one of your cheeks.
"I love you guys." You told the two beautiful blondes.
