Hell's Children

Chapter 9: Daddy's Home

Talia ordered some food for Hope and Stiles. Her food was already in the making. Hope took a seat across from her brother.

"Stiles..."

"Hope," Stiles said, drinking his orange soda.

"It's been a while," Hope said.

"Indeed, it has," Stiles said.

"Are you still a crybaby bitch," Hope asked.

"I don't know. Are you still a raging cunt," Stiles snapped back.

"Can you guys not," Talia asked, taking a seat with them, "As you know, dad had awakened us..."

"Don't know why he didn't do it sooner. It could've saved me a lot of trouble... And heartache. So much fucking heartache," Stiles said, clearly irritated with the shit he had to endure beforehand.

"He has his reasons. He's just doing the best he can," Talia said, shaking her head.

"The best he can? He's not even here," Hope said, "Why are you still defending him?"

"Because someone has to. He's our father..."

"He left us defenseless," Stiles retorted.

"We asked to be here, Stiles. So unless you want to go back to hell and leave everything you love behind, I suggest you shut the hell up," Talia said sternly.

Stiles gave a dramatic sigh and leaned back in his seat.

"Why was this lunch mandatory again," Hope asked.

"Because..."

"Sorry I'm late."

They all looked over at their father entering the cafe. He took a seat next to Hope and Stiles. His eyes scanned the room to make sure they were safe.

"We're fine, Dad. You can relax..."

Suddenly, Lucifer vanished from sight. Talia, Stiles, and Hope all stared at where he was once sitting.

"Well that was fast," Stiles sighed.

Talia stood up and walked out. She searched the faces of people for any signs of threats. Then her eyes fell on Peter, walking by. More than likely, he just got finished with a college class.

"Peter!"

He turned his head and flashed a smile to Talia.

"Hey, Talia. What's up," Peter asked, slowing down so she could walk with him.