the girl with the demon

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Liliths pov

"LILYYYY, JAKEEE," we heard Johnie screaming from downstairs, which immediately had us rushing to see what was happening. Upon reaching the living room, we found Johnie standing in front of the TV with my father casually seated on the couch. "Lucifer," Jake muttered under his breath, the disbelief evident on his face, while I remained frozen in shock at the unexpected guest. "Hello Jake, I hope you don't mind my mild intrusion," Lucifer greeted us with a sly smile.

Realizing the need to take Johnie away from the strange encounter, I instructed Jake to escort him upstairs. Jake draped johnnies drunken arm over his shoulder guided him up the staircase as they disappeared from sight. Turning my attention back to Lucifer, I couldn't help but throw a defensive tone in my voice, "What do you want, Luci?" His response was equally sharp, "Dad," he retorted, almost taunting me with the revelation of his identity. I accuse him of sending a spy to my party and startling my intoxicated roommate, I couldn't contain my annoyance. "I steal souls... what did you expect, a bouquet of flowers?" Lucifer quipped sarcastically, oozing his trademark charm.

As the tension between us mounted, Jake's sudden return broke the standoff. Mockingly suggesting that Jake would play the role of my protector, Lucifer belittled the situation with his devilish humor. "Don't puff out your chest at me," he retorted, reminding him of his true status as the ruler of the underworld. Unfazed, Lucifer switched gears, cryptically hinting at a celebration. "Well, there's lots to celebrate... Cambions don't fall in love every day," he continued, dropping a bombshell that left me speechless. "But regardless, Lilith, you need to be very careful. Remember, you are still my daughter, and love, especially when directed toward a demon, can be an incredibly potent force. Some demons will go to great lengths to pursue that power, so please tread cautiously."The realization that love could potentially make me more powerful as a demon sent shivers down my spine.
"Right, because he knows so much about love," I thought to myself, feeling a sense of skepticism creeping in. "I heard that, Missy, and you must have inherited that from somewhere," he remarked with a knowing smile before shifting his focus to Jake. Observing curiously, I watched as the thick black veins began to spread under his eyes, his expression turning somewhat grave. He reached up to touch his face gently, his voice softening as he addressed Jake, "Thank you, Jake, for looking after her," a gesture of unexpected gratitude. And just as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into the unknown, leaving behind a lingering curiosity in his absence.
As I made my way upstairs, my heart pounding with anticipation, I found Johnie sprawled out in my bed. Through drunken slurs, he mumbled, "cquwui ecgregrr that was your dad." Trying to make sense of his words, I gently removed his shoes and tucked him under the covers, all the while contemplating the complexities of our relationship. Johnie, his sobering thoughts slowly returning, expressed his concerns about my father's unexpected appearance. "Do you think he likes me?" he chuckled nervously. In that moment, I reassured him of my father's approval, though doubts lingered in the back of my mind, laced with Lucifer's cryptic words.

As I went about my nightly routine, Johnie's voice cut through my introspection. With a soft stutter, he asked, "What are we?" His question echoed in my mind, the weight of our bond mingling with the shadows of the past. I felt the urge to delve deeper into my thoughts, but Johnie's tender touch on my cheek brought me back to the present. "Don't do that," he urged, concern etched across his face. I confided in him about my father's words on love and its influence on celestial beings, revealing the ache that his absence had left in my heart.

"Why does he even care?" I cried out to Johnie, my voice laced with pain. "He was never there." The bitterness in my words mirrored the festering wounds that my father had inflicted upon my soul. Johnie's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he tried to console me, his own grief mirroring mine. "Lily, I-" he began, but I cut him off, unable to hold back my torrent of emotions. "And then he had the audacity to thank Jake for looking after me," I seethed, the anger and hurt rising in a tumultuous tide within me.

"We survived on our own," I declared, my transformation subconsciously slipping through. "We did what we had to do, and we did it well... despite him." The power of my words seemed to reverberate through the room, a tangible force crackling in the air. Before I could register the shift, another surge jolted through me, the transformation elongating and intensifying. "LILITH!" Johnie's panicked cry pierced the charged atmosphere, his fear palpable. And in that moment of chaos and transformation, I let out a primal scream, the raw pain and anger of years past echoing through the night. "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?" Johnie's voice, filled with concern and disbelief, broke through the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed us as I called for jake.