Astrea thought she was alone in the world, until she discovered that she had been "gifted" by the Devil himself. Unlike most people who have guardian angels, she finds herself with a guardian devil, given a chance for Lucifer's redemption. After a c...
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Astrea sat across from Lucifer, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the truth she suspected but dared not voice. The tension in the air was palpable, an unspoken weight that threatened to suffocate them both.
"Lucifer," she began, her voice trembling, "There's something you're not telling me. You've been avoiding me since I mentioned the dream. Is it about my mother? Please, I need to know."
Lucifer's gaze faltered, his features etched with a mixture of regret and anguish. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak the words that would shatter the fragile illusion they had built.
"Astrea, the truth is... your mother, she is not gone. She is alive."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of deception. Astrea's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and desperation coursing through her veins.
"What? How can that be? You told me she was... that she had passed away," she whispered, her voice laced with a fragile vulnerability.
Lucifer lowered his gaze, his voice filled with remorse. "I know, Astrea, and I am sorry for the pain I have caused you. I believed it was best to shield you from the truth, to protect you from the depths of her involvement in your suffering."
Astrea's hands clenched into fists, her voice rising with a blend of anger and hurt. "You lied to me, Lucifer! How could you keep something like this from me?"
Tears welled up in Astrea's eyes, threatening to spill over as the weight of betrayal settled upon her shoulders. She had trusted Lucifer, leaned on him for support, only to discover that he had kept her in the dark about the very person she sought solace from.
Lucifer reached out, his voice filled with remorse. "Astrea, please understand. I wanted to spare you the burden of the truth, to shield you from the darkness that surrounds your mother. But I see now that I was wrong. You deserve to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be."
Astrea pushed away from the table, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe this. I trusted you, Lucifer. I thought you were different, that you cared for me. But all along, you've been lying to me, manipulating me."
Lucifer's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice filled with a raw sincerity. "Astrea, I never meant to hurt you. I have only ever wanted to protect you, to be the one constant in your life. Please, let me make it right."
Astrea turned away, her voice choked with a mix of anger and heartache. "I need some time, Lucifer. I need to process all of this. I don't know if I can trust you anymore."
With those words, Astrea walked away, leaving Lucifer behind, the weight of his betrayal heavy upon his shoulders. The room fell silent, the echoes of their argument reverberating in the air, a painful reminder of the fractures in their once unbreakable bond.
As Lucifer watched Astrea retreat, he knew that he had to find a way to make amends, to earn back her trust, even if it meant facing the consequences of his actions. For in the depths of his being, he knew that their connection, though tested and strained, was worth fighting for.
