Hope to Survive

9

Sorry for the cursed imagine lol

Lucifer's pov

I walk to my home with my lovely wife waiting for me "Honey?" I yell out locking the door behind me.

"In the pantry love!" I smile at her angelic voice, I see her back towards me. I sneak behind her grabbing her waist.

"Boo!" She jumps and I pick her put by her waist spinning her in the air, laughing as she pounts. "Aww come on baby, it was funny."

"No it wasn't you asshole! Put me down!" She starts kicking, slapping and scrattching me

"Charlotte..." I warn

"Blakeeeeee, wow look at us being able to say names. Drop me now!" I place her on her feet and instantly regret it when she kicks my straight in the balls. I wince and hold onto them crouching down a little.

"You know, for a-for a human you are very, very violent." 

"For a demon you are very vey weak." She teases inching closer to my face, I reach out to grab her but she moves

"Get back here!" She squeals running away, I stand up not feeling any pain but you know... humans. I fall to my knees in pain.

"THE POWER OF ORANGES!" She says confidently raising her hands in the air with an orange in on and the other on the floor... yep you guessed it my lovely beautiful abusive wife threw an orange at my balls.

"You better stop that, or else we won't have a family." I groan still holding my balls turning on my back. I hear her heart stopping giggle as she lays next to me on the floor, I turn to my side to see she's also staring back at me on her side. "Hi." I whisper

"Sorry about your balls."

"It's ok love." I kiss her nose

"Maybe I could message them for you." She gives me a wink, I groan and roll on my back knowing I'm already hard and she will not help me, I'm over here suffering from broken balls and a hard dick and you know what she does... fucking laugh at me.

"I hate you so fucking much."

"Oh shut up." She pokes my chest "Go wash up, we're cooking together today remember?"

"You mean you tell me what to do but do it instead so I have to sit there watch you hips sway to 'Call me by your name' torturing me."

"Hey in my opinion Lil nas has some fucking moves, I'm just practicing. I mean you seemed to enjoy his lap dance, I'm only trying to do better."

"I hate you." I get up and peck her forehead, I jog upstairs and start to take my cold shower smiling at myself at myself realizing she's all I need in life. She's my heart, my everything, I wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't in my life anymore. (Strange... because last time I checked you had no problem taking your sons mate away from you.)

I hop out of the shower and get dressed "Char!" I yell down, I receive no response. "Babe, I'm too tired for games right now." I still received no response  "Honey?!" I walk down the short stairs and straight into the kitchen I stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me. 

"Charlotte." I whisper at her floating figure, "CHARLOTTE!" I try pulling her body down but she's not moving. Her hair is covering her face and her head hangs low "Charlotte I know you're in there, fight it!" I shake her but nothing happens, I take a knife and gently cut her leg. I look up to see she didn't move or flinch. "Fuck." I quickly wrap her wound.

 It's been about 30 minutes and she's still floating and hasn't moved and inch. "Please come back." I whisper, I feel so pathetic. The only person who can release her from this is my son and there's no way I'm going to ask him. If I try to do it I would burn up in flames. I start to think about how she would sing and dance while cooking and her smile, her beautiful smile. "My love please co-"

"Stop whining." I hear a deep raspy voice say, I look up and see Charlotte sinking down to the floor, I stand up just staring. "It's starting to annoy me." Once her feet touch the ground she looks up at me, her beautiful brown eyes now glow bright red. There's only one person in the entire world who had bright red eyes...but it can't be I killed him. He's supposed to be dead. A smirk forms on my beloveds face.

"Hello son."

YEP !!