Daddy's Girl Alastor X Reader

Ch 43-- Count Your Blessings

The new day had the audacity to be beautiful.

The red sun rose, and after a long night of heavy rain and sleeping in your parents bedroom because otherwise no rest came, the air was fresh. You'd slept between Lilith and Lucifer that night, even so, it had taken you until one in the morning to fall asleep the the sound of your parents soft breathing mixed with the rhythmic sounds of rain.

Even though you hadn't slept until one in the morning, you were up by six, much to Lucifer's disapproval.

"Go back to sleep, Satan knows you need it." He'd said in a sharp tone. "I'll sleep when Alastor and his baby are back home and healthy." You'd responded in the same tone, causing annoyance to flash across the kings gaze, though he didn't argue the matter further as he led you downstairs to make breakfast for you and your mother.

Ambrose had been allowed to return home last night, and he'd slept peacefully, though he still had stitches that would need to be removed in a week or two, he didn't seem to have much else wrong with him.

Lilith had moved fast enough to stop his bleeding, she was the reason your son was still alive. Otherwise, you would have lost them both. It was a morbid thought, and you wondered how anyone else found the will to sleep with such knowledge dwelling in their minds. After you made your way downstairs, you made your way out into the garden, you wouldn't be able to see Alastor for another hour.

So you made the best of the beautiful morning, taking in the crisp scent of the dew covered foliage around you. The air, despite popular belief, was in fact chilly, as winter was still in full swing.

The only heat outside was the creek that ran through the garden outside, where heaters had been placed in the water to keep the fish from freezing over the winter. The air was cold enough that even the moderate heat of the water was causing steam to rise into the air. With each step you took, your feet caused the grass beneath you to crunch as the thin ice broke around each stem of grass.

The ground made you lose feeling in your toes, and on the soles of your feet. It was prickly and kind of painful.

You had no clue who had started the rumor that hell was always hot, but it was no different than heaven or earth, the seasons came and went, snow fell, flowers bloomed.

The only difference was the people who inhabited the area and well, the skies. But it really wasn't much different besides that.

So as the cold air filled your lungs, it gave you a sense of clarity and helped soothe your nerves. At least until you could smell cinnamon on the air, it smelled wonderful, and it drew you back inside of the castle, leaving the cold garden behind for now.

When you walked back inside through the back door, you saw Lucifer slaving away to make food, though it definitely wasn't unwilling. He always did enjoy baking and cooking alike, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. But you did want to help, so you stealthily approached and put your head beneath his outstretched arm, and with a soft smile, you looked over his work and then turned to him.

"What are you making?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes and lifted his arm over your head and away from you. "Nothing I need help with, go sit down," He said, making you let out a small sigh, though you did as he said and went to sit at the barstools around the island.

With a soft sigh you sat down at the barstools on the other side of the island, you sat there in silence for only a few moments before Lucifer spoke, "How is Ambrose?"

"Still sleeping, he didn't wake up at all last night, little guy's exhausted." You reported with a soft smile. Lucifer nodded then let out a sigh, almost as though he was trying to figure out what to say, which was unusual for him, Lucifer always knew what to say, "Have you thought about Killian's arrangement's at all?"