𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑹|𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑿 𝑶𝑪

The Starks

✵ Aradia ✵

The cold New York air felt refreshing on my pale face. It was so hot in hell. The thought of my home sent shivers down my spine and I wondered what my father would do once he noticed my absence; I was the daughter of Lucifer...yes, the devil.

I was his only child, he trained me to be strong and ruthless-I was always sat beside his throne-I was his prized weapon. A few years ago, I found out who my biological mother was. My father had seduced a mortal woman named Maria Stark: mother to a genius, billionaire, superhero iron man.

So that's why I found myself stood outside Stark tower. I wanted to meet my brother and escape hell.

"Hi Ma'am can I help?" A man sitting at a desk with a fake smile asked whilst still tapping away at a computer.

I glanced around the reception, taking in the fancy decor and polished marble I saw around me. This was much nicer than hell.

I returned my gaze to the receptionist who seemed slightly intimidated by my appearance, my eyes often intimidated people. They were a bright green and almost inhuman.

"I need to see Mr. Stark" I said tapping my black polished fingernails on the desk impatiently.

"Do you have an appointment?" He tilted his head guessing I didn't.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward gazing into his mere mortal eyes-I smiled at him playfully before speaking.

"Lucifer told me that you let me in to see Mr. Stark" I spoke softly using my powers.

My father had the power to get people to confess their deepest, darkest desires and manipulate them using it. Much like my father, I had the power to get anyone to do as I say by starting my command with the words 'Lucifer told me'.

The receptionist nodded happily before gesturing to an elevator in the corner, it was gold rimmed with steel inside; I stepped in cautiously, I'd never been in one of these before I just knew what they were. The elevator went up and up until I reached the top floor, in truth, I was terrified to meet my brother. What if he didn't believe me? All the family I had was my father who only loved me for my powerful status, Tony was the one shot I had at a true family.

"Mr. Stark?" I called when the doors opened.

The room on the other side of the doors was lavish: a plush couch with a glass coffee table in front of it, a mini bar towards the back and a desk over by the floor to ceiling window-a nice office.

"Mr. Stark?" I hollered again hoping I'd get a response.

"Uhh" I heard a man stutter, confused.

"I don't have any meetings today do I?" He asked me seeming suspicious-I inhaled deeply-I'd been waiting for this moment for a decade and it was finally here!

"Tony" I said softly, he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know this is going to sound crazy but...I'm your-" I began but he cut me off by shaking his head and exclaiming.

"Don't say daughter, oh jeez" Tony held his head in his hands.

I had to stifle my laugh at how that was his first conclusion.

"I'm not your daughter" I eased him, his shoulders relaxed and a sheepish smile adorned his face-I realised he looked much like me.

We both had black hair and the same nose shape, same jawline.