7. Sydney
When I said I wanted five minutes to process everything, I didn’t exactly mean this. There wasn’t much to do about it without ever being able to fly, so we were digging through Lucifer’s diaries again. Satan left and brought several boxes back.
I was already uncomfortable doing this, but definitely now that I knew Mom didn’t have a one night stand with the devil.
I wasn’t one of those people who didn’t think their parents should have sex.
I always wanted Mom to have someone. But it sounded like she never did because they’d actually been in love and she thought he just disappeared one day.
It wasn’t like she could text him or creep on his social media back then.
If someone wanted to disappear, it was easier.
Mom never snooped. She respected my privacy. She never talked about my father except to maybe correct me a bit when I started shit talking him when I was older. If she’d wanted me to know about her torrid relationship with the devil, she would have told me. We were close like that.
The only way I would have been comfortable reading things my mother never told me about her relationships would be if she was still alive and I could bring her here and tell her the truth about why he left.
But her angel blood didn’t save her from cancer, so I’d never be able to do that.
I was conveniently passing anything about Mom to Nero, Kujo, and Celix and digging into Lucifer’s investigations about who killed my half-brother. I was pretty sure whoever killed Kir eventually kidnapped Lucifer.
Lucifer went through all the stages of grief and wallowed in some a lot longer than mortals did. If you were immortal, indestructible, and didn’t have to worry about paying your bills, you could go down the darker parts of grief as long as you needed to.
I could see where he tried to write down his feelings to work through them, but he was also drinking. He got a little angry and incoherent. I got it. Mom wasn’t murdered, but I felt the exact same after she died.
“I found something,” Kujo said. “I don’t want to tell you because I don’t want to upset you while your wings are fragile.”
“My wings might be fragile, but I’m not. Out with it.”
“So, I thought we found the last diary before he was kidnapped, but he journaled a lot. I’m pretty sure this is the last one.
Felid and Canid demon can scent when someone is pregnant.
Some can hear the heartbeat when it starts.
Lucifer knew your mom was pregnant with you before she did.
This whole journal is him freaking out about keeping you both safe because he still hadn’t figured out who killed Kir.
He didn’t know if you were safer here or on the mortal realm.
Lucifer was going to tell your mom everything and convince her to come to Hell, but he never made it. ”
I would have been a totally different person if that happened. Now me probably wouldn’t have liked that person. Of course, I could have ended up more like Wrathhog and not like some of the pretentious chickens I’d like to dick punch. I wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I liked me.
“Someone else knew,” Wrathhog said. “I don’t think they knew who Lucifer got pregnant or they would have killed your mom before she could give birth.
Kir nearly changed Hell because everyone loved him.
I don’t think anyone wanted to risk that with another one of Lucifer’s spawn.
A lot of demons love Lucifer, but a lot of them don’t.
If the people who didn’t rally behind Lucifer rallied behind his child, it would upset the factions.
Some of us want that change, but I could see where some of the princes wouldn’t. ”
That made way more sense than I would have liked, but who else knew about me when my mother didn’t?
Lucifer’s diaries weren’t exactly as protected as his secret passageways because Kujo managed to find them, but something told me he didn’t allow anyone in that part of his house unless he trusted them.
Lucifer wrote everything down. It wouldn’t be hard to find out his secrets if you knew about that room.
Or he confided in someone, which really wasn’t boding well for Satan.