The Lost Morningstar

🌷Chapter 49🌷

Blaze POV:

I've already lost one father but now I may lose another.

For the love of all that's unholy Lucifer makes being sympathetic very hard I know he's mourning but you can't just shut out your son like that and expect everything to be fine but then again this is Lucifer DeVil we're taking about, that man never expresses any emotion that doesn't relate to hate or anything similar to that. It makes it hard to communicate especially as I'm no longer a small boy anymore.

That's how I've been seen by many, a spoiled boy who will inherit the throne but doesn't truly deserve it. Maybe they're right about that...the throne of Hell never appealed to me growing up even though it was my legacy I just didn't care, that obviously caused tension within my family but I wanted to explore my freedom and if that meant going ahead with my own plans then so be it.

My time on earth was the best decision I made. Wiccan tells me that all the time plus he's gotten familiar with the customs on earth and how mortals react, it allowed for him to grow into a better version of himself.

Our kids were raised partly in Hell but I decided to give them a free chance at becoming normal children and have a childhood that has no boundaries set, I like to think we as parents did good raising our triplets because Goddess knows it's hard having children.

My own relationship with my father Salem was fractured during childhood as he was solely focused on war that he almost forgot about his own boy. I'm grateful he was given a second chance when my dad was brought back and I finally felt like we were a family then came the twins which made it feel ten times more homely. My time on earth allowed me to reflect on my relationship with Salem and in term we both healed each other and most importantly forgave one another, we let go of the past to help move the future...so with him gone it feels like my future is uncertain.

I don't want to rule Hell without his blessing. I just know I'd feel better with it but given the current predicament that will never happen.

I thought uncle Troye's death hit me hard but oh boy I was wrong...so very wrong.

Without my father I just felt unsafe in the world like I was that scared boy who always climbed into bed with him when the thunder got too loud, he'd soothe my fear by singing a melody to me and I always drifted off to sleep with him by my side. Now I'm alone and even grown up in my adult years I still need my father everyone does even if they don't want to admit it our parents our like candles that light up our future whilst theirs burn out.

However now I'm on the verge of losing my dad because of my stupidity. Had I been more compassionate I could've avoided pushing him but no I kept going and now he must feel guilty for my own faults.

Well done Blaze.

I sit on the edge of the forest where my husband's pack is just so I can have some time alone and to get rid of the puffy eyes, Goddess knows Wiccan will be all over me trying to figure what's going on. I don't deserve my little omega he's always so kind and wholesome I'm glad Atlas followed in his footsteps and became a gentle soul like his father.

I stare at the river in front me and look at my reflection. My eyes are obviously puffy from the crying but also hide guilt as well as sadness. You just wish you had more time with the ones you lose but fate is cruel and death doesn't discriminate.

"D-Dad?" I recognise the sound of my son behind me, I wipe away my tears before he sees me in such a state. "We were getting worried about you...father was going to march to the Chaos Realm to find you but he was stopped by his parents." I'm glad Beau and Rouge prevented Wiccan from coming. "Something's not right..."