25 Days of Hellmas (2024)

Day Twenty: Adoption

This idea was running around in my head. I kept seeing how Angel and Charlie have kind of a brother-sister relationship in a lot of fanfics. So I figured what if Lucifer had actually adopted Angel? I mean, Lucifer could have the power to free Angel from his contract and I think he would make a good parent to Angel. Enjoy and let me know if you guys think I should continue with this idea or just leave it as a oneshot.

The streets of Pentagram City were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually filled the air. Lucifer Morningstar rarely ventured out from his palace, preferring the comforts of his domain, but tonight had been different. Something had called to him—a presence, faint and fragile, buried within the shadows of a dilapidated alley. Lucifer's golden eyes scanned the darkness until they landed on a crumpled figure slumped against a brick wall. His sharp senses told him the demon was still alive, but barely. The scent of blood and despair was thick, mingling with the stench of cheap perfume and cigarettes.

As he stepped closer, his gaze softened. It was Angel Dust, the infamous spider demon, barely recognizable beneath the bruises, scratches, and blood that marred his pale skin. His pink fur was matted, and his usually vibrant eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion. He was dressed in barely-there rags that told the story of the night he had just endured. Lucifer crouched beside him, his imposing presence softened by genuine concern. "You're in a sorry state, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low but warm.

Angel barely stirred, but a faint, pained groan escaped his lips. "W-what... who?" His voice was hoarse, barely audible.

"Shh," Lucifer said, placing a hand on Angel's forehead. It was cold and clammy. Feverish. "I'm not here to hurt you."

Angel flinched at the touch but didn't have the strength to pull away. His entire body trembled, the trauma of the night weighing him down. Lucifer sighed, carefully lifting Angel into his arms. The spider demon weighed almost nothing, a shocking contrast to his usually vibrant, confident demeanor. "Let's get you somewhere safe," Lucifer said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Angel awoke to warmth and softness; two sensations he couldn't remember feeling in ages. He blinked, his vision adjusting to golden chandeliers and a roaring fireplace. The bed beneath him was massive, draped in silk sheets, and the air smelled of cedarwood and incense.

A child's voice broke the silence. "Daddy, who's that?"

Angel's head turned slowly toward the source. Standing in the doorway was a young girl, no older than five, with blonde hair and curious golden eyes. She wore a white nightgown and clutched a stuffed rabbit. Lucifer appeared beside her, his towering form a stark contrast to her small frame. "Charlie, sweetheart, this is Angel," he said gently. "He's hurt, so he'll be staying with us for a little while."

Charlie tilted her head, her curiosity unmasked. "He's pretty," she said matter-of-factly.

Angel managed a weak chuckle. "Kid's got taste," he croaked, his voice hoarse.

Lucifer smiled faintly. "Go back to bed, my darling. I'll check on you soon."

Charlie nodded, casting one last look at Angel before scampering off.

Lucifer returned to Angel's side, a first-aid kit in hand. As he carefully cleaned the cuts on Angel's arms, he spoke. "How did this happen?"

Angel hesitated, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You wouldn't get it."

"Try me," Lucifer pressed, his tone firm but kind.

Angel sighed shakily. "It's Valentino. He owns me. My soul, my body... everything. Nights like this? They're just part of the deal."