Tenebrae (Lucifer's daughter)

One handful of heartbreaks

(biological age: about 14 years)

Considering Lucifer was Tenebrae's primary caregiver, it was strange to think he had to learn all about his daughter. But that was precisely what he had to do once Tenebrae reached teenage-hood.

She was still his little princess, of course, but so much different. Tenebrae grew an attitude, her stubbornness worsened, she became more private and less interested in her father.

It sucked to be honest.

Lucifer was stuck between leaving her alone and granting the girl some space, or try find a million things to do that she would like and they could bond over.

Surprisingly, the whole bonding thing didn't work. Or it wasn't working, he was obviously still trying. However, in a world without many inventions, it was difficult to be so consistently creative.

Still Lucifer tried his best. The devil just wasn't cut out for teenagers.

Although, he tried all of his tricks and many in vain, at least some worked.

She still enjoyed swimming, spending time on Earth and teaching Stolas new tricks. Tenebrae had also grown entirely frustrated and bored with certain tasks, one specifically being flying.

Lucifer had seen Eve's children grow, taken note of their milestones. In comparison to them Tenebrae had always been somewhat behind, not overly or obviously, but enough to notice.

Tenebrae taking a while to fly, although difficult, was not unexpected.

At least she was determined.

Tenebrae stood warily, gazing over the edge of the tall cliff. Today was the day. The both of them had decided today was the day she would really fly. For so long, she had only been able to flap not a few feet off of the ground and she struggled to fly up, but today was the day she would soar.

"Alright, I think we're ready," Lucifer nodded, approaching the cliff edge of the largest mountain in Hell; Zagros. He peered into the great valley below and the Acheron river that raged through it.

"You don't think I need more padding?" Tenebrae wondered aloud from behind her father, fluffing up the thick layer of cloth and padding covering her arms, torso and head.

The little devil had completely deteriorated Hell's supply of cotton wool and cloth.

All for good reason, of course.

"Tenebrae you are going to be just fine, you need to have faith in yourself," her father responded, turning away from the cliff and towards his spawn, grasping her narrow shoulders in his hands.

It was hard to believe only mere years ago she was a babe, so tiny and perfect. She had grown so quickly, and the Devil could not help but wonder for how long would he be able to have his little one by his side.

"But what if I fall?" she asked shyly, tilting her head up at her beloved dada.

Lucifer chuckled lightly, lifting one hand and holding her cheek, "my little shadow... what if you fly?"

"You really think I can do it?" the girl continued to interrogate, unsure. Her hands clapped together with anxiousness, Lucifer couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You know I would never, ever, risk you hurting yourself if I didn't think you could do something," he replied, nodding reassuringly, "you can do this."

She sighed deeply, "ok."

"Are you ready?" the devil asked once more to be sure. His girl had never looked so unsure in her life, after all she was the carbon copy of her father; self righteous... and a little entitled.