Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

My Daughter

Lucifer felt the spear go straight through his wings. As he collapsed in his daughter Charlie's arms, something came back to him. He couldn't remember the last time they had hugged, much less spoken properly. But he could hear her crying as his vision grew blurry and faded in and out. Karma was a bitch. And she had been waiting patiently to make Lucifer pay. Right now, she was laughing. It served him right after mistreating his one and only daughter for so many years. He had ridiculed her dreams and refused to support them. And yet, he was still her father. Maybe that was it. He had gone against his own father long ago. When Charlie first started fighting for herself, perhaps he had seen his younger self in her. He had seen someone who had failed. Someone who had lost their fight and lost everything. Lucifer remembered everything as he felt the pain of the angelic weapon being ripped out his back and his wing snap. Even when she had started to succeed in getting patients, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to acknowledge their progress toward redemption.

Several hours passed. Lucifer awoke to find himself in the medical ward of his castle. A nurse was changing the bandages on his left arm and right leg. He stared at the ceiling in silence. So, that's what mortals called a "near death" experience. How quaint. The nurse helped him sit up as a second brought him a drink. Lucifer looked at himself. It'd take about a week to fully recover. Not that he cared how long it would take. But he had someone to talk to.