Loving Lucifers Daughter

I burst through the ornate doors of the throne room, my fury propelling me forward like a meteor hurtling towards Earth. The familiar scent of brimstone and expensive cologne hit my nostrils, but I was too pissed to savour it. 

My father, Lucifer fucking Morningstar himself, lounged on his obsidian throne like some kind of infernal playboy. His perfect eyebrows arched as I stormed towards him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

"Well, well. To what do I owe this dramatic entrance, my dear?" His smooth voice dripped with amusement. God, I wanted to slap that smirk right off his chiselled face.

"Cut the crap, Dad," I snarled, coming to a halt at the base of the dais. "I'm done with your bullshit."

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fixing me with those piercing eyes that had charmed countless souls. "My, such language. What's got you in such a tizzy, Luella?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the inferno raging inside me. It didn't work. "I can't do this anymore," I said, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. "I can't keep living in this gilded fucking cage you call home."

My words hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. I watched emotions flicker across his face – surprise, hurt, anger – before settling into that maddeningly calm mask he always wore.

"A gilded cage?" He repeated, his tone dangerously soft. "Is that truly how you see your life here?"

I wanted to scream, to unleash all the frustration and resentment that had been building up inside me for years. Instead, I met his gaze head-on, channelling every ounce of defiance I could muster.

"What else would you call it?" I shot back. "I'm suffocating here, Dad. I need more than just endless parties and sycophantic demons. I need a real life too, real experiences. I need to find out who I am outside of your shadow."

The throne room suddenly felt too small, too confining. I could feel the weight of centuries pressing down on me, threatening to crush my spirit entirely. But I refused to back down. This was my chance to break free, and I'd be damned if I let it slip away.

 Lucifer leaned forward, his piercing eyes boring into mine. "And what exactly do you want to do, Luella? What grand adventure are you so eager to embark upon?"

I faltered, the fire in my gut sputtering. Fuck. I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know," I admitted, hating how small my voice sounded. "Not really. Just... something. Anything that isn't this."

My father's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners. "Anything? My dear, you're the Princess of Hell. The world – all worlds – are at your fingertips. And yet you stand before me, petulant as a child, with no real plan?"

His words stung, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. I paced, my heels clicking against the obsidian floor. "Maybe I don't have a fucking itemized list, but that doesn't make my feelings any less valid," I snapped. "I'm suffocating here, Dad. Can't you see that?"

I stopped, turning to face him again. The eternal flames cast flickering shadows across his face, making him look both ancient and ageless. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of the fallen angel he once was – beautiful, terrible, and infinitely sad.

"I need to find my own path," I said, softer now. "Even if I don't know where it leads yet."

 Lucifer's shoulders sagged, the weight of aeons seeming to press down on him. He exhaled deeply, a sound that carried the echoes of a thousand years of regret and understanding.

"Oh, Luella," he murmured, his voice a mix of exasperation and fondness. "You are exactly like I was at your age."

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that reverberated through the throne room. "Rebellious, headstrong, desperate for something more. A caged bird longing to spread its wings." His eyes, burning with celestial fire, met mine. "I, too, once railed against the constraints of my father's kingdom."

My heart raced. This was... unexpected. "You never told me that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It's not a tale I'm particularly proud of," he admitted, running a hand through his immaculate hair. "But perhaps it's time you heard it. Come, sit with me."

I hesitated for a moment, then perched on the arm of his throne. The proximity to my father, the literal Devil, should have been intimidating. Instead, I felt a strange comfort.

"I was the Lightbringer," he began, his gaze distant. "God's favourite. And yet, I felt... stifled. Trapped by rules and expectations. Sound familiar?"

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. "So what did you do?"

A sad smile played across his lips. "I rebelled. And we both know how that turned out."

 I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. "So, what? You're saying I should just suck it up and stay put?"

Lucifer laughed, a sharp bark that echoed off the obsidian walls. "Hell no, darling. I'm saying you need to be smarter than I was."

He stood, pacing before me with fluid grace. "This gilded cage, as you so eloquently put it, it's not meant to trap you. It's meant to protect you. But I see now that it's become suffocating."

I snorted. "Understatement of the millennia, Dad."

He shot me a look, half amused, half exasperated. "Watch it, little Morningstar. I'm trying to help here."

"Sorry," I muttered, not feeling sorry at all.