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Lucifer should take the kids and run

3 days later…

The sterile white walls have long lost their sheen. Curtains remain drawn. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air.

Lucifer stirs in the massive bed. He’s bandaged, sore, and too weak to sit up at first — but his mind is already sharp. Focused. Cold.

His golden eyes snap open.

He remembers everything.

Lucifer: *quietly* You drugged me… cut me open… while I was asleep *His fingers curl into the sheets. There’s a pulse of heat in the room — low, warning*

Vox enters the room holding a bottle of formula. He's disheveled, clearly hasn’t slept, and there's a nervous hope in his voice.

Vox: You’re awake… thank God! I’ve been checking on you every—

Lucifer: *without looking at him* Where are my children.

Vox: *hesitates* They’re fine. Virgil’s in the playroom, and the baby—she’s asleep, she’s healthy. Strong. I kept them close to you. I thought you’d want—

Lucifer: *now looking at him, voice razored and cold* Don’t. Finish that sentence.

A red energy flares across his shoulders, wings twitching under the sheets as divine energy simmers just beneath his skin.

Lucifer: You performed major surgery on me against my will. You violated my trust. My body. My right to choose how my child was born.

Vox: *firmly, but desperate* You would’ve died! The baby too! I didn’t do it to hurt you, I did it to save you! You were slipping. The pregnancy was killing you, and you know it.

Lucifer: *rising now, struggling, but fury gives him strength* You should have told me. Trusted me. I could have made that choice. But you took it. Like you always do.

He stands, slowly but deliberately. The bandages tighten around his healing abdomen. His posture is regal, commanding — even after trauma, even in pain.

Lucifer: *quietly* You’ve done a lot of despicable things Vox. You’ve taken my DNA and impregnated yourself with my child. And you’ve hurt me many times. If this now you “love” someone, I’d hated to see what you do to someone who you hated.

Vox: *weakly* Lucifer, please. I love you. I was terrified—don’t let this ruin—

Lucifer: *snaps* There is no ‘this’ to ruin. You shattered it. *weakly chuckles* I’m glad we were never married — because now I can leave without your signature or some demonic contract to tear through.

A heavy silence falls. Vox’s face crumbles. For a moment, he looks stunned, unsure if this is a bluff.

It’s not.

Lucifer: I’m leaving. I’m taking my children, and you will never come near them again.

Vox: *voice rising*!You can’t just—!

That’s the last straw.

Lucifer: *his eyes burn bright as Hellfire blooms in his hands* Don’t you DARE tell me what I can or cannot do!

The room explodes in radiant fury. Gold and red flame licks the walls, crawling like sentient fire. Every thing breaks of melts around him. Even Vox’s face suffers from several deep cracks.

Lucifer: *roaring* I BUILT HELL! I AM HELL! And I swear by the First Flame, if you try to stop me—I will unmake you.

Vox is thrown back by a burst of power, crashing into a wall with a snarl of static, his circuits sparking.

Lucifer storms past him, clutching his abdomen but refusing to fall. He steps into the nursery. Virgil was in his playpen, a bit of fear on his face as Lucifer approaches. Lucifer picks him up gently, having him rest on his hip but securing him with his left arm.

In the cradle nearby, the baby girl stirs. Her eyes flutter open — bright cyan, rimmed with red. Lucifer touches her cheek with reverence and pain.

Lucifer: *softly, to her* Oh my sweet baby, you never should’ve been born like that. But I’m here now. I’m your father. And I’ll protect you from everything.

He wraps her in the warmest blanket, cradling her to his chest with his free arm. Lucifer turns and walks out the door.

Behind them, Vox staggers to his feet. He’s burned, half his face glitching, eyes wild.

Vox: *choking* Lucifer—Lucifer, please! Don’t take them from me—!

Lucifer pauses at the threshold, then turns. His voice drops to a whisper:

Lucifer: Goodbye Vox.

And with that, he opens a portal — a swirling blinding light — and steps through, his children in his arms, his rage left burning in the wake.

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Back at Lucifer’s Manor

The manor gates seal behind them. The wards flare bright gold, locking down the estate. Lucifer collapses into a velvet couch, clutching his children close. Virgil looks up at him with big eyes. The baby coos in his arms.

Lucifer: *whispers, exhausted but resolute* We’re safe now. I’ll never let him touch you again…looks like it’ll just be the three of us from now on babies….us and of course, the rubber ducks.

[TO BE CONTINUED IN A NEW BLOG… @lucifers-duckies ]

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Uuhhhhh......

I feel that this is going to blow up in Vox's face when Lucifer realizes.....

Attention! Trigger Warnings for this post!

Medical Non-Consent / Non-Consensual Surgery

Body Horror / Graphic Medical Imagery

Childbirth (C-section)

Medical Trauma / Medical Abuse

Psychological Manipulation / Gaslighting

Loss of Autonomy / Powerlessness

Near-Death Experience

Vox's smug expression hardens into a businesslike focus the moment Lucifer slumps fully unconscious. The room, softly lit and quiet save for the hum of the TV in the background, feels colder now.

Vox: Good boy. Let’s not take any chances now…

He reaches into the inner pocket of his tailored jacket and retrieves a long, slim syringe filled with a viscous golden fluid—angelic steel-syringe filled with sedatives, strong enough to drop a lesser demon permanently. He brushes Lucifer’s curls back, revealing the pale skin of his neck, and presses the needle in with cold precision.

Vox: *whispers, clinically detached* We can’t have you waking up halfway through, now can we?

The fluid hisses slightly as it enters Lucifer’s bloodstream, a soft shimmer trailing under his skin like static. His chest rises and falls with slower, heavier breaths—deep unconsciousness achieved. Vox pulls the needle free and wipes the spot with a square of black cloth, then taps a button on his wristband.

Vox: *calmly into the device* Activate protocol Obsidian. Medical team to suite seven. We’re proceeding with the birth.

Across the room, from behind the bars of his luxury playpen, little Virgil watches with wide, glowing eyes. His goat-like ears twitch and his tiny hands grip the railing. He’s still in his onesie with stars on the knees, his wings puffed out in alarm. Despite being only a toddler physically, his six-year-old mind races.

Virgil: (internally) Daddy Vox is doing something wrong...

His lower lip trembles, and he glances toward Lucifer, limp on the couch, his belly still round with the unborn baby. The boy’s instincts scream at him to run to him, but he stays put—smart enough to know it would only make things worse.

The door to the suite hisses open. A squad of sterile white demons in scrubs and visors enters silently, pushing a stretcher. Vox greets them with a nod, pointing to the couch.

Vox: Gently. Watch the abdomen. He’s fully sedated but I want vitals steady. If his heart rate spikes, we abort.

The team nods, working in eerie synchrony to transfer Lucifer’s body to the medical bed.

Behind him, Virgil lets out a soft, involuntary whimper.

Vox: *without turning around* Papermint!

A flash of static, and with a sudden pop, Papermint appears. He looks disheveled, clearly called in on short notice.

Papermint: “Sir?! What’s the emergency—oh. Oh wow.”

Vox: *still watching the team secure Lucifer to the stretcher* Virgil needs a babysitter for the time. Watch over my son.

Papermint glances at the infant, who is watching the whole scene with a guarded, intelligent intensity. They swallow hard and nod.

Papermint: Got it. Hey there, kiddo. Let’s go get you some, uh…milk? huh?”

Virgil is picked up by the assistant but his eyes are locked on Vox. His eyes narrow on Vox. His tiny hands curl into fists, glaring over Papermint’s shoulder as he’s carried away.

Vox: Behave yourself Virgil! Papa and Daddy will be right back!

As Papermint exits the room with Virgil, Vox steps up to the medical team now wheeling Lucifer toward the operating room, hands snapping on sterile gloves with a snap. His smile returns—sterile, electric, wrong.

Vox: Prep the field. No room for mistakes. We’re bringing a Morningstar into the world… one way or another.

The door hisses shut behind him.

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The air inside the surgical suite is cold and heavy with antiseptic. The lights overhead are bright, clinical, casting a sterile gleam across the silver surgical table. Lucifer lies unconscious in the center of it, secured by silk restraints—not for force, but stability. Monitors beep steadily at his side, showing strong vitals. His swollen abdomen rises and falls rhythmically with his slow breathing.

Around him, the medical team—expressionless demons in surgical gear—stand poised with shimmering instruments, each one forged from angelic-steel, the only metal sharp enough to pierce angelic skin.

Vox, dressed in black surgical scrubs with crimson trim, stands at the head of the table. He pulls down his mask just enough to smirk at Lucifer’s peaceful, vulnerable face.

Vox: *softly* You’re lucky I love you.

With surgeon’s precision, he lowers his gaze to Lucifer’s rounded belly. A scalpel is placed in his gloved hand—long, fine, glowing faintly gold. He hesitates only a moment… then makes the first cut.

The angelic steel slides through skin like silk. There’s a slight shimmer as the blade breaches the natural protective aura of a Morningstar. A faint golden glow leaks from the incision, not blood yet, but something more—divine essence flickering into the cold air.

Assistant Surgeon: Initial incision complete. No complications so far.

Vox: Scalpel down. Retractors.

Tools are exchanged. Vox keeps his hands steady, eyes sharp behind his visor as he begins to work through the layers.

Meanwhile, in the dim haze of unconsciousness, Lucifer’s mind begins to stir. It starts with a twitch of his fingers… a flutter behind closed lids.

Lucifer: (Thoughts) *drowsy* something’s wrong… can’t move… heavy…
Baby… where’s the baby…?!

His heart rate monitor blips—slightly faster. Not enough to alarm the team. Not yet.

Vox: *noticing the spike, frowning slightly* Vitals just jumped. Increase sedation drip.

But as the assistant reaches for the IV, Lucifer’s golden eyes snap open.

He tries to speak—but the tube in his throat catches his voice. He gags, chokes—panic flooding into his mind before he even fully registers where he is.

Vox: *startled* Lucifer?!

The monitors begin to scream—heart rate accelerating, blood pressure rising rapidly.

Lucifer: *thrashing weakly, voice raw* Wh-what the hell are you—?!

He looks down. His eyes widen in horror. The bright lights, the feeling of being open, the dull ache in his abdomen, the icy burn of angelic steel in his body.

Lucifer: NO—

He tries to sit up, but pain chains him down. Blood—rich, shimmering gold—seeps slowly from the incision. His wings twitch violently.

Assistant Surgeon: He’s breaching sedation! We need to—

Vox: Don’t touch him! I’ve got it!

Vox reaches across the table, taking Lucifer’s face in his blood-slick gloves.

Vox: *voice thick with static, turning hypnotic again* Lucifer. Listen to me. It’s alright. You’re safe. I’m here.

Lucifer’s breathing is ragged. Tears are pooling in the corners of his eyes. Not from pain—but betrayal.

Lucifer: *hoarse* You… you did this… while I was asleep…

Vox: *firmly* I had to. You were at risk. The baby was—is—at risk. This was the only way.

Lucifer: *groaning, dazed* You… liar…

Vox’s hand tightens just slightly, his thumb brushing Lucifer’s cheek with a perverse kind of affection.

Vox: I won’t let you die, Luce. Even if you hate me for this.

He glances at the team.

Vox: Hold him down. I’m finishing this now.

Lucifer’s body convulses again—his power flaring just enough to make the lights overhead flicker—but his strength is failing. The sedatives still grip him. The pain is numbing. He can feel the baby inside, feel the tug, the shift, the pressure.

And then—

Assistant Surgeon: Crowning. The baby’s ready.

Vox exhales shakily. He reaches into the opening, voice calm but trembling.

Vox: Come on, little one… come to Daddy…

The surgical suite is filled with tension so thick it drowns the sound of the beeping monitors. Blood — bright and golden — pools gently at the edges of the incision. Vox’s gloved hands work quickly, carefully, guiding the newborn free.

And then —

WAIL.

A sharp, piercing cry rips through the room like a divine thunderclap, so strong and loud that even the medical staff pause. It's the cry of something powerful, ancient, and newborn all at once.

Assistant Surgeon: It’s a girl…

Vox lifts the child gently from Lucifer’s body. She’s small, flushed with golden-pink warmth, her lungs powerful as she howls. The moment she’s fully free, the glow surrounding her dims to a gentle pulse — safe, stable, alive.

She’s beautiful.

The baby had tufts of soft blonde hair, her face a perfect miniature of Lucifer’s. But streaking through her yellow locks is a bright, unmistakable cyan-blue lock, vivid as a digital spark. Vox’s genetic mark. Her eyes haven’t opened yet, but her cry is defiant, furious — and strong.

Vox stares, momentarily frozen.

Vox: *softly, stunned* Hello, little star…

The infant flails her arms, cyan-blue and gold aura flickering gently from her skin. Vox quickly hands her off to a nurse, who wraps her in white cloth embroidered with protective runes.

Then—

BEEEEEEP.

The sound is sudden and shrill — the heart monitor flatlines for just a moment before shifting into erratic chaos.

Assistant Surgeon: Lucifer’s crashing—BP dropping fast—!

Nurse: He’s lost too much divine blood! We need stabilizers now!

Vox snaps out of his awe and spins toward Lucifer’s body. The radiant incision glows too brightly, leaking not just blood but power, divine essence draining like liquid gold into the sterile sheets. Lucifer lies limp, unmoving, skin pallid beneath the surgical lights.

Vox: *panicked* Get me the amplifier—now!

A second assistant rushes over with a golden syringe filled with concentrated arch-angelic serum, a rare stabilizer he created from Lucifer’s blood meant only for emergencies.

Vox grabs it and without hesitation plunges it into Lucifer’s chest, directly above his heart.

Vox: *growling through gritted teeth* Don’t you dare leave me. You don’t get to leave me with two kids.

Lucifer’s body jerks once. The monitors scream, then stutter. His wings twitch faintly, black feathers shaking loose.

Assistant Surgeon: Pulse is faint—but present. We’ve got him. He’s holding.

Vox: Maintain flow. Seal the wound.

The team immediately begins closing the incision with threads of molten angelic steel, stitching divine flesh with trembling hands. Vox wipes his brow, smeared in gold and sweat, and looks back at the tiny bundle across the room.

The nurse steps forward.

Nurse: She’s healthy, sir. No anomalies. She’s already trying to open her eyes.

Vox walks over slowly, stripped of all pretense and grandeur, staring down at the little girl in the nurse’s arms. Her crying has softened, her tiny hand reaching out blindly.

She grips his gloved finger — and he falters.

Vox: *whispers* Hello Princess…

Her eyes open for the first time—brilliant glowing cyan irises, with red scleras — Vox’s eye colors.

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* gives Lucifer a duck plushie*

Lucifer: *heavily pregnant* Aww thank you *suddenly feels lightheaded and lays back down and groans*

Vox: *immediately on alert* Lucifer?! Are you okay?

Lucifer: Yeah. But tired I guess. Baby is getting heavier every day.

Vox: I’m worried. You were supposed to into labor a week ago.

Lucifer: Seems our kids really like being inside huh?

*Note Vox was overdue when he gave birth to Virgil

Vox: Well should we try to induce labor? I have the meds ready.

Lucifer: I’m not sure I—

Vox: Lucifer look at me for a moment

Lucifer: *looks at Vox*

Vox: *uses his hypnosis* You’ve been very tired Lucifer.

Lucifer: *falling under the hypnosis* Y-yeah…*yawns*

Vox: *still hypnotizing* And you just want to fall asleep right now.

Lucifer: *eyes get suddenly heavy* Sleep…?

Vox: Yes. Sleep. Sleep and when you wake up our baby will be here…

Lucifer: our…baby… *collapses on the couch, completely asleep*

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Vox: *walks in with Virgil on his hip to an VoxTek business meeting*

Employee 1: Uh sir. Do you need someone to babysit your son?

Vox: No. He wants to be here. *straps him to a high chair*

Employees look at each other with confusion but don’t say much else. The meeting starts and while everyone is talking about boring things like “quarterly earnings” and “budget cuts” the look on the baby’s face was that of amazement.

Vox: *still concerned about why his son is so fascinated by such boring things but at least Virgil was being quiet*

Later in the meeting…

Employee 2: Blah blah blah…

Virgil: *looks at the presentation and notices a critical math error on the screen. He looks around to see if anyone else notices it but no one says anything. He can’t stay quiet and starts to tug on Vox’s sleeve*

Vox: *hasn’t been paying attention until he feels his son tugging his sleeve* Huh? What is Virgil?

Virgil: *starts pointing to the screen*

Vox: *looks and after a quick glance he notices the obvious math mistake. He looks at his son* Do you see what I see? He asked quietly.

Virgil: *nods*

Vox: *nods and stands up* You’re fired!

Employee 2: What?! But I’ve been explaining how much money I’ve been making for VoxTek.

Vox: If you were any good at math you’d see how wrong you are. My infant son noticed it and she’s not even six months old yet. Now get out of my sight you incompetent lowlife!

Employee 2: *rushes out in fear*

Vox: Now does anyone else want to double their numbers before they’re fired too? Or does my son have to embarrass you lot?

Employees immediately start scrabbling out the conference room to double check numbers.

Vox: *looks at his son and smiles* Good job today Virgil. You’re very intelligent. I’m proud of you.

Virgil: *the words echo in his mind in realization that it’s the first time he’d ever been praised*

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Sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lucifer is still on the couch, curled up peacefully. Vox, disheveled from a long night of work, emerges from his office with a mug of coffee and tired eyes.

Suddenly—

THUMP.

THUMP-THUMP.

CRASH.

Vox: *instantly alert* …What the hell was that?”

He rushes toward the nursery. Lucifer stirs on the couch, yawning and stretching with all the majestic laziness of an ancient cat.

Nursery — Moments Later

Vox bursts into the room. The crib is somehow half-collapsed, one side lowered from within. Virgil is on the floor, wrapped in a blanket like a tiny burrito, determinedly dragging himself toward the dresser with a focused glare.

Vox: *startled* Virgil?! What the—? How did you even get out?

Virgil: *doesn’t stop. He lets out a proud, dramatic:* Bwah! *Then tries to sit up and fails. His body wobbles like gelatin. Still, he tries again. Determined. Fierce.*

Lucifer: *now appearing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes* …Did he just escape the crib?

Vox: Apparently! He’s crawling like he’s late for a board meeting.

Virgil: *reaches the dresser. He slaps it a few times. Pauses. Then—* Da-da-ba. Da-ga! *points toward the closet and pulls open the lowest drawer with all his baby strength and starts yanking out tiny clothes. He grabs a bib and drapes it around his neck like a tie.*

Lucifer: *amused, but confused* Is he… dressing himself?

Virgil tries to stand. Fails. Tries again. Makes it upright for two seconds, then faceplants on a plush bear. Instead of crying, he growls.

Virgil: GrrRRrba!

Vox: *walks over, squatting beside him* What are you doing, little man? You don’t have to—

Virgil slaps his hand away with authority. Then dramatically rolls over and begins dragging himself toward the hallway.

Vox: *bewildered* Oh no. Where are you going now?

Virgil reaches the kitchen. He hauls himself up on the side of the baby gate—climbs it halfway—and then falls with a soft thud. He babbles something that sounds vaguely like “work,” and begins army crawling toward the fridge.

Lucifer: *to Vox, watching this unfold* …Do you think he’s having a baby crisis?

Vox: *looks annoyed* That’s ridiculous! He’s a baby! What crisis could he have?!

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Later…

Virgil is in his high chair, arms crossed like a miniature executive. Lucifer is feeding him, while Vox scrolls on a tablet.

Virgil: *refuses the spoon* Nguh! *grabs a napkin, flops it open like a business document, and stares at it seriously. Then throws his bottle aside*

Lucifer: *frowning* …He hasn’t smiled all day.

Vox: He’s trying to be an adult. Poorly.

Lucifer: But why?

Virgil: *thinking intensely, arms folded* They still don’t get it. I have to show them. I have to prove I’m capable. Maybe I should build a time machine. Or… maybe drink coffee. I think there’s a mug on the counter...

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Virgil: *in his nursery, thinking* (internally) If I wanted to be treated like an adult, I need to act like an adult…but how to do that?

The baby boy thinks about things that adults do.

Virgil: Well they work… they yell orders at smaller beings… but there has to be something else…

He thinks for a bit longer…

Virgil: They don’t need naps all the time. And they only eat three times a day…sometimes less. They drink coffee.

He started thinking back to his days in his past life, remembering how he was by himself a lot and how he did the cooking and cleaning and washing himself and laundry and everything else in between.

Virgil: Of course! Self reliance! I have to be self reliant! I can’t have these guys taking care of me! I have to show I am mature! That I’m not some helpless baby! I need to grow up and fast! Maybe I can invent a way for me to be older? Maybe back to the age I was before? I was six when I died before. I was five when I was left on my own. I have to return to the age where I reached full maturity! And fast!

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Lucifer: *sleeping on the couch*

Vox: *annoyed but tries to wake him up* Come on Lu, you can’t sleep on the couch all of the time.m

Lucifer: *snacks Vox away as he’s way too comfy on the couch*

Vox: Lucifer. We have a perfectly good bed in the master bedroom. You can sleep in there.

Lucifer: *mumbling* Like…it here. Comfy…

Vox: *picks up Lucifer* Bed is better. *carries Lucifer to the bedroom*

As soon as he lays the pregnant angel down, Lucifer poofs away and is back on the couch, falling back asleep.

Vox: *frustration grows* Fine. Fuck it. Stay on the couch. *grabs some things and heads to his private office to finish some work*

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Our king is very good at socializing

—— It’s almost morning and I can’t sleep lol

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baby boy baby... evil

a quick animation of crt vox i made instead of sleeping

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long time no see…ahaha…

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My entry for the HHAISeasonsZine!

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Redraw of my first StaticApple Artwork <3 original post

Personal yapping under the cut

It’s officially been a whole year since I laughed way too hard at the ship name Appletv and spiraled straight into the most delulu state of my life. Now, a year later, I love them more than ever. I mean, I got a tattoo of them for a reason! Also for the song choice: I was watching fall guy and that song stuck in my head the whole time when I drew the original artwork back then, so ofc, I'm using it here again.

Even if I eventually fall out of love with them one day (because let’s be real, it happens), I’ll always be grateful for what those two idiots mean to me and how much joy they’ve brought into my life.

I also want to thank that one silly artist who doodled a little Post-it of them with a friend and labeled it “Apple TV”—you’ve had me thinking about them every day since. I wish I knew who you were, but it’s been so long, and I don’t even know if that doodle still exists online. If I ever find it again, I’ll come back and update this caption.

Anyway, thank you for sticking around. And thank you to every single one of you who’s sent me art of them or told me I’m the reason you ship them too 😭❤️ If I have one purpose in this Fandom then to spread my crackship as far as possible.

Yours truly, Vii – CEO of StaticApple (don't quote me on that. I'm just being silly)

(I'm gonna spare yall the self doubt of me thinking I barely improved)

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Vox + my clothes

I'm a soft girly 👉👈

The idea belongs to @polmin

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Hazbin Spring Week Day 1: Picnic 🧺 🍷

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What happened to your first kid? Also did you mean “Abel” instead of “Apple?”

Lucifer: *sniffle* No. I named my baby Apple. Who’s Abel?

Vox: I’m assuming he means Abel from the story “Cain and Abel.”

Lucifer: Adam’s sons? *lowers his head before he realized* APPLE’S NAME WAS CHANGED TO ABEL?! *cries* My poor Apple!

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Lucifer, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to wish you guys a happy Mother's Day. I didn't mean to trigger any sad memories!

Vox: He’s been like this all week. I think his hormones have completely taken over.

Lucifer: *wiping his tears* I’m sorry. I just…I’ve been thinking about my Apple lately…I hope he’s okay.

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Happy mothers day Lucifer and Vox.

Lucifer: *starts tearing up before crying*

Vox: Lucifer?! What’s wrong?!

Lucifer: I *sniffle* miss my baby!

Vox: What are you talking about? Virgil is right there! *points at the bassinet with the baby sleeping with his shark plushie*

Lucifer: Not him! *still crying* my first baby!

Vox: Do you mean Charlie?

Lucifer: *sniffles* No…my first baby!!!

Vox: *confused* Wait…isn’t Charlie your first kid?

Lucifer: *shakes his head* No…she’s my second…my first was taken from me! And now I can never see him again!!!