𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 7

*DISCLAIMER: This chapter has mentions of abuse. If that is a trigger for you, please skip the scene that is written in italics. The gist of it is that Lilith was very mean to Lucifer on the night that she left. Enjoy!*

The ring on his finger didn't feel the same.

For 10,000 years, there hadn't been a whole lot of doubt in his mind about Lilith - especially in the beginning. Those honeymoon years were bliss; it didn't matter that he'd been cast out of heaven. It didn't matter that fire and brimstone had replaced blue skies and soft grass. He had her - his Lily, his wife. She completed him and made him feel like nothing could ever knock him down again.

Lucifer mindlessly fiddled with the ring as he lost himself in his thoughts. Why did he still have this on? Those beautiful years were over. Someone who planned on coming back wouldn't wait 7 years. His marriage was over, and he knew that was for the best. Scenes from their last night together played on a loop in his mind...

She was clearly upset. She wasn't speaking to him, or even looking in his direction. He stood still in the hallway, watching her slam cabinets and storm around the house. He was thankful that Charlie had moved out at this point; he hated fighting when she was around.

'Lily,' he pleaded, 'please talk to me. I don't know what I did -'

'Why should I have to tell you?' She spat. Lucifer practically withered in front of her; it fueled her rage. 'There you go again. Fuck, Lucifer, you aren't a goddamn puppy!' She advanced toward him, and he didn't try to move - she hated when he flinched or backed down, showed any signs of weakness. His eyes were lowered when she was suddenly towering over him. His face was jerked upwards; hands that used to be so gentle with him were now used to intimidate him. He was forced to look her in the eyes.

'Why are you so broken?'

He didn't have an answer for her. She was thriving in hell, and he...just couldn't seem to keep up with her. His eyes began to sting with tears as anxiety pooled in his stomach.

'We could have done something beautiful down here,' she seethed. 'You wasted every opportunity, squandered any chance we had at taking back what is rightfully ours. Heaven doesn't deserve to sit on the pedestal they've placed themselves upon. But you,' the grip on his face tightened, bruising his jaw, 'would rather sit back and do fucking nothing .'

She shoved him away, the back of his head bouncing off the wall. He winced, but kept quiet.

She went back to 'organizing' the kitchen, something she did when she was upset. She'd rearrange the entire house some weeks. He never knew where anything was anymore.

Lucifer's claws dug into his palms, his fists balled up so tightly they threatened to break skin. He so desperately didn't want to say the wrong thing. He wanted her to smile at him, the way she used to. He couldn't remember the last time she looked happy with him.

'I just think...we have such different visions, Lily-'

A cup shattered against the wall, just inches from his face. He couldn't help the pathetic yelp that escaped him. Lilith looked at him like he was everything that was wrong with her life. Perhaps he was.

'I am tired of your nonexistent vision. You are so full of shit. I cannot believe I gave up Eden for you.' She laughed harshly. 'What the fuck was I thinking...'

That hurt. A tear spilled, and Lilith honed in on it like a rabid dog.

'Stop that!' In an instant, she was back in his face, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. A white-hot pain exploded in his cheek, and it took him a moment to realize she'd slapped him. He cradled the injured cheek with his hand and looked up at her with wide eyes, not quite believing it had happened. Maybe it had been an accident? A second assault on the opposing cheek quickly corrected his line of thinking and he was immediately on the defense. 'Lilith, stop -!'