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❝IF YOU LOVE ME, DON'T LET GO.❞
GENEVIEVE WANTED TO save Lucifer, but she had always been a selfish creature who also cared about herself, sometimes more than she should have. That was why she made a quick stop before returning to Earth. She had hidden the Shedevil dagger — the only thing that could kill her — behind her throne, and she believed it to be safe there due to it being off-limits to everyone but the queen and king. And after Lucifer had left, only Genevieve got to be anywhere near the throne and the treasures around it, which was why she had hidden the weapon there. And now, she needed to get it back, or at the very least, see that it was still there. She couldn't handle living in doubt and wonder.
Genevieve's unsteady steps and shaky hands made it hard to complete the task quickly and smoothly, but after seeing Lucifer in the state he was, guilt-ridden and broken, she couldn't stop herself from reacting in such a way. It was unusual for her to be moved by anything, but since she had been created, Lucifer was the one thing that got to her and still affected her in ways neither of them completely understood. And that was why she was hellbent on saving his ass. But at the same time, she wanted to save her own.
"No", Genevieve's voice was a hollow whisper in the echoing room when she searched the throne, only to realize the dagger was nowhere to be found. The power she had felt due to having the weapon in her possession, it vanished instantly — it had been stolen, and now, someone out there had the only thing that could kill the Shedevil. Someone was toying with fire, playing a very dangerous game, and the realization that now, each breath she took could be her last, caused heavy weight to land onto Genevieve's cracked heart.
But despite being upset, she didn't stick around for any longer. Closing her eyes, Genevieve tried to find a connection with her body in the hospital, and with ease, she came back to life. With a gasp, Genevieve jolted awake and sat up, which startled Linda and Maze on the other side of the room — however, the thing that caught Genevieve's attention was Linda's worried face and the tears in Mazikeen's eyes, which was a sight she had never set her eyes on. And it meant things were bad.
Genevieve eventually let her gaze wander over to Lucifer's lifeless body and his dead, open eyes staring into nothingness. The sight was no longer amusing, but heartwrenching, and Genevieve soon found herself crouched over him with tears welling up in her eyes. So far, the Shedevil had felt the burn and the urge to cry, but she had never done so — not like she did now. The tears fell onto Lucifer's chest as she wept and clung onto his unbuttoned shirt, her voice cracking, but she decided to speak up nonetheless.
"Wake up, Lucifer. Snap out of it. He's not real, none of it is real. Wake up, please", she begged, desperate to see that teasing smirk again, the boyish twinkle in his eyes, to hear his smooth accent ringing in her ears, to feel his heart beat against her hand. "I'm sorry, Lucifer", Genevieve then whispered, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked into her husband's glassy, emotionless eyes, "just don't leave me again."
