Please read this before you read the story…
Here is a collection of memories from Lucifer's (the Fiend's) and Lizzie's time together with their daughter as she grows into a toddler. WARNING: a tragic ending but I feel their story deserves a brighter beginning and middle.
Another WARNING: contains some mature content. This content is marked with a ~oMo~ above and T-rated content is marked with a ~oTo~ above.
I'm sorry I took so long, but I wasn't sure what to post for an update until a reviewer suggested I do an update for the Fiend, Lizzie and Alice. A big thanks to you!

Now, on with the story…

~oTo~

She was young, a young woman in her early twenties no less, when she met him. The young witch, Elizabeth who preferred to be called Lizzie, was passing by an old, derelict chapel. It was nothing but a wilderness of empty graves. Overgrown plants were scattered everywhere and anyone who did not know about Pendle could easily confuse it for a jungle. Some plants were creeping up the graves that had moss growing on them.
The wind whipped young Lizzie Malkin's rosy cheeks and hissed in her ears. But the sound did not deafen her. The wind battered against her fair skin and Lizzie wrapped her thin cloak tighter around her body, shivering – an act that would make her great grandmother, who'd earned the title 'Mother Malkin', frown down at her for. 'No capable witch would shiver in such conditions', as she would often scold.
Lizzie's pointy shoes trudged through the sodden grass, across the graveyard, her ragged gown waving in the chill air. Then, she froze in her tracks.
A young man stood in the shadows, watching her. Annoyed to be stared at like that, Lizzie prepared a spell – nothing harmful, Lizzie still couldn't bring herself to inflict pain because of the screams it elicited. The spell might've suddenly loosened his belt or caused bile to rise in his throat.
But then, he smiled in such a way it made her forget about such things. Men usually, being from Pendle, would cast her a lustful gaze and smile – but not him. He smiled with warmth and compassion. From the shadows, Lizzie could tell he was tall and she liked tall men.
When he stepped out into the light, however, she clasped a hand to her mouth, big brown eyes wide in shock and realisation. The sun rays made his blonde hair shine golden, his blue eyes bright and beautiful in the pale light. The handsome young man stood with his foot on a ruined pedestal, a single red rose – a rare red – in hand and his other hand gripped a ruined wooden rose arch that stuck out of the ground more on one side than the other.
Lizzie gripped the basket tighter. This, of course she knew, was the Fiend himself. Beautiful and kind-faced though he was, he was also reconciled with the fearsome beast who appeared in the flames of the bone-fire on Halloween. Others could say it was impossible, but Lizzie had been taught by close relatives of his history. He'd been cast out of 'the above', as her family had called it, as a fallen angel which was why he took on such a handsome form.
Still, Lizzie was not the least bit afraid. If anything, she was pleased to finally meet him and so approached him, lowering her hand back to her side. His smile broadened and he held out the rose towards her.
"For you, my lady," he said sweetly.
She took the rose and acted as though she didn't know his true identity.
"Thank you, kind sir, but for what occasion?" she teased in a mocking polite voice.
The young man caught on and grinned.
"Well, a beautiful woman like yourself deserves something so delicate and beautiful – although no beauty could compare to yours," he replied charmingly, directing a teasing tone back at her playfully.
He really is what women call 'a dreamboat' Lizzie thought to herself as he offered her his arm and she took it.
They chuckled.
"My name's Lizzie," she told him, "Elizabeth Malkin, but I prefer Lizzie."
She was curious to know what name he'd use.
"I'm not surprised…Lizzie suits you," he complimented. "My name is Lucifer."

The two visited Goldshaw Booth and some witches shot Lucifer glances of suspicion while others gave him looks of awe. Lucifer ignored every single one and only focused on Lizzie. With every charming comment he gave her, she was getting reeled in even more by his charisma and looks.

Come noon, Lucifer guided her to a spot by a running stream. They sat down under a tree where a blanket, a basket packed with food, two glasses, a bottle of wine and candles were waiting for them. They ate, laughed, talked, flirted teasingly and before the night was through, they'd kissed and were laying snugly in each other's arms underneath the twinkling stars decorating the black velvet sky.

Lizzie returned home at midnight. Mother Malkin was sitting in her usual chair in the living room, Tusk nowhere to be seen.
"I'm really sorry I'm late, great grandmother, I was…elsewhere," Lizzie apologised, her answer vague.
"Your mind is always elsewhere," Mother Malkin scowled. "Don't be late again, girl, started to think something happened to you, I did. Thought a spook had got you, me."
Lizzie started looking around.
"Where's Tusk?" she asked.
"Off filling the last of the buckets you were supposed to do," Mother Malkin accused, dangerously calm.
Lizzie sat opposite her great grandmother, running her hands up and down her thighs nervously until Tusk carried in the last bucket effortlessly without spilling a drop. Mother Malkin praised him before sending him up to bed so she could talk with her great granddaughter.
"So…what really happened today, girl? Don't even think about lying to me," Mother Malkin warned.
Lizzie took a deep breath. She'd get a good hitting either way.
"…I…well, I…I met someone today. A…young man…" she stuttered.
"Who?" Mother Malkin asked, eyeing her with a raised eyebrow suspiciously.
Lizzie took another deep breath.
"Well…his name was…err…Lucifer," she finally admitted.
The room was caught in dead silence for a moment before the corners of Mother Malkin's mouth turned into a grin. She cackled.
"Well done, girl, this is excellent!"
"What is?" Lizzie asked, taken aback by her exploding cackling, confused.
"You…meeting the Fiend…brilliant! All that's left is the conception."
The young witch's eyes widened. Conception? Why was Mother Malkin suggesting this all of a sudden?
Mother Malkin suddenly stopped cackling and groaned.
"Do you know nothing, girl? If you bear the Fend a child – a powerful, human child – he will secure us position in the dark," Mother Malkin explained.
Lizzie was speechless. She'd pretend to love him, pretend to bed him for love, when really she'd be scheming to have his child just for position? She'd be no better than the average vindictive gold digger in the King's bed. Lizzie was hesitant, very hesitant. It wasn't just that, it was the fact her great grandmother knew who he was as soon as Lizzie mentioned the name the young man had used.
Lizzie hated users and now she'd take on the act of someone she loathed.
Mother Malkin caught on the expression clouding her eyes and chuckled so low, it almost sounded like a growl.
"Remember, girl, have no remorse. He's the Fiend – the Devil! It's fine. Do you really think he'd feel for a common witch like you? Bedded plenty of women, he has, to gain a powerful heir. But all were either abhumans, water witches, regular mortals or simply dangerous children he had to kill 'cos they threatened his very existence. I was one of those women who bore him an abhuman. But I know your child will be different. Know all too well, I do, 'cos your power is strong, Elizabeth. Now, girl, get to bed, you'll have a good few busy weeks ahead of you."
Lizzie nodded and climbed to her feet, bidding her great grandmother goodnight.

As the young woman lay in bed for the remains of, well, the late night making its way into daylight, Mother Malkin's words daunted her. Lizzie had to agree. The young man she was to have a baby with was the Fiend; he should be used to women climbing into his bed just to produce a child that would please him. He probably didn't feel for her as she did for him anyway…

~oMo~

Do not read if easily offended

He held her legs firmly around his waist, gripping her thighs and sucking her neck. Lizzie gripped his blonde hair, moaning as the tiny vibrations from his responding groans pulsed on her throat. Lucifer's lips left her throat and trailed down to her collarbone, sucking, hard.
She cried out as he thrust into her again and again. It was odd as Lucifer found himself wanting to put her pleasure before his own and released one of her thighs, reached between them and his thumb found her button. She screamed.
Gasping, the harmonious sound of the running waterfall seeming distant and the cool water splashing against their skin, Lizzie promised, "I will give you a healthy, powerful child…my lord…One… that will make you proud and it will be loyal to...you…A child that can also show their face in this world and can help carry…out your dark deeds with ease, my...lord..."
Lucifer leaned closer and rested his chin on her shoulder. He whispered seductively in her ear, "We will see…"
With that, Lucifer carried a weakened Lizzie with her legs now draped loosely around his waist into a cave behind the waterfall, the water crashing down on them as he carried her through. He set her down and the cave floor was surprisingly soft and Lizzie squeezed her toes in it. Lucifer laid down next to her, a rock on the other side of him.
On this rock was a bottle. He turned to it, picked up the bottle and took a gulp. Lizzie sniffed quietly with the remaining energy she had but could only tell it was alcohol. It was because of their recent activity that her sixth sense wouldn't tell her anything more than that.
After standing the drink back on the rock, Lucifer turned back round to face Lizzie, leaning on his elbow, and caressed her cheek with a smile on his face that Lizzie didn't think she'd ever see on the face of the Devil.
Recalling her statement from earlier and how she called him 'my lord', Lucifer told her, "Call me Lucifer."
He was just as shocked as Lizzie. Usually, he expected his mistresses to call him 'my lord'for respect but, for some reason, he thought differently of this one. When Lucifer bedded a woman, he thought of her as nothing more than his mistress but when he looked at Lizzie, he thought of her as more than that but he wasn't quite sure what.
As those long, thick eyelashes began to cover those drooping brown eyes, Lizzie said softly, "Lucifer…" in a groggy voice.
He planted a soft kiss on her lips and whispered sweetly, "Sweet dreams, Lizzie."

Time passed by but Lucifer was unsure of how long. It must've been a while because he met Lizzie to do this at midnight and the sky was now pink with the promise of a yellow autumn sun. So, he got dressed. Lucifer smirked as he looked down and saw Lizzie's still-heaving ample chest. He never failed to drain a woman's body. But, as he leaned down with one knee on the floor for support, before he knew it himself, Lucifer was wrapping his cloak around Lizzie's slender, dormant figure. He then threw her clothes onto his shoulder, scooped her up into his arms, careful not to wake her, then muttered something under his breath.
Within seconds, the pair vanished in a puff of smoke and so did the bottle. Just as well as another couple were heading for the cave. It was Halloween the night before, after all.

Lucifer looked around to find they were in a bedroom that he guessed to be Lizzie's. He gestured with his head, the sheets obeyed and drew back. The young man laid Lizzie down gently on the bed and then pulled the covers up to her chin. He ran his hand along her forehead, sweeping all the wispy strands of black hair off it, and after kissing her forehead, he left her clothes on the bed.
Lucifer then stepped back, right back over to the far wall, and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke and red cinders, his cloak also disappearing from Lizzie's body with him back to the dark…

~oTo~

The white winter rays glided into the room, chasing away the darkness of the night before. They danced over Lizzie's eyelids and her eyes were forced to peel open.
Groaning softly, she lightly swiped across her eyes with the side of her hand. After laying there for a minute or so, her pale hand lounged by her head, the crow of a distant farm cockerel made her stretch. Another morning of knowing she'd have to make it through a tough and intense day – especially since it was winter and a new year.
Slowly, Lizzie slid her legs over the edge of the bed and leaned down to reach for her pointy shoes so she could go downstairs and make breakfast for Mother Malkin and Tusk. However, she was forced to bolt back up – an odd throb growing apparent in her stomach.

Somehow, Lizzie managed to get downstairs without being sick and fixed the breakfast.
Mother Malkin and Tusk ate it in silence when they came down. Lizzie hardly touched her food, staring out of the window, across the landscape, daydreaming about her hot, passionate nights with the dark-made flesh, the dark lord, the Fiend. Her Lucifer, as she considered him. But he hadn't spent a single night with her in over a month. Had he spotted another woman? That was likely but Lizzie stuck by her promise she made to him by the waterfall that first night.
It hadn't been her first time, she was a Pendle witch for god's sake, but it certainly was the first time it meant something to her. Maybe that was because it was the first time since she was a girl of fifteen that it hadn't been for bone magic purposes. She'd never know.
Mother Malkin pointed out Lizzie hadn't touched her food, scolded her for getting easily distracted, but Lizzie quickly said that she wasn't feeling well – which was true, more or less.

After breakfast, Tusk was sent outside to carry out his commands given to him by his mother and Mother Malkin had headed out to run some errands at Goldshaw Booth before she was to walk over to Malkin Tower to check that everything was in working order. Lizzie was ordered to stay inside and wash the dishes.

Suddenly, Lizzie discoloured a lot. She slouched and clutched her stomach.
"What?" she muttered, an abrupt, stabbing pain occurring again. It felt like her insides were being knotted together then tossed about.
Bile rising in her throat, she instantly dumped the plate she was currently washing in the sink and dashed outside. Almost as soon as she set foot outside and was facing the cluster of weeds growing by the house, she was sick all over the bed.
She felt a pair of hands hold her hair back for her and, believing it was her great grandmother, she groaned and shakily wiped her face once she stopped vomiting.
"I'm sorry…Back a bit early though, ain't you?" she asked.
But when she turned around as the pair of hands dropped her long black hair, she found Lucifer beside her.
"What are you apologising for? Morning sickness is only natural. Besides, there's no such thing as early where there's pregnancy involved," he teased, laying a hand on her flat stomach while knowing full well she thought he was her great grandmother.
Lizzie laid her hand on top of his and managed a weak smile.
"Sorry, Lucifer, thought you were…Hold on…Morning sickness…Pregnancy? You mean I'm…"
Lucifer nodded, grinning.
"You're with child – our child."
Lucifer helped Lizzie to her feet once he got to his own feet and they embraced. But all the while she had joyful tears in her eyes and a stronger smile curved on her lips, Lizzie couldn't help but wonder how Mother Malkin would react to the news. Hopefully, she'd be pleased.

~oTo~

~Three Months Later~ (Lizzie is roughly six months along)

The buckets were filled and Lizzie was already feeling dizzy. After putting the last of the two down by the well, she leaned her forearms, folded, on the edge of the stoned well and sighed as she lifted a hand to her forehead.
Not once had Lucifer visited. How was he supposed to acknowledge the child when it was born? Would he come at the last minute like he had done with Grimalkin, the witch assassin, so it was told, and kill the child while in his fiendish form? Had she failed after all and the child would become someone who would destroy its father in the end?
All of a sudden, as if on cue, two hands rested on her protruding belly. Lizzie smiled, drew herself up and turned her head to find blue eyes locking with her dark ones, a smile that prompted her to smile. He leaned down and caught her lips with his, grinning when he heard her gasp.
"Sir! I'm already taken," she began teasingly as their lips parted.
"Then he is a foolish man for leaving you unprotected like this…and in such a vulnerable condition…" Lucifer's hand began to caress the bulge and her hand moved down to rest on top of his.
"If you dare, you can tell him that when he comes back. After all, he's quite an imposing force."
Lucifer's eyebrow raised and he grinned smugly.
"A force to be reckoned with, is he? Tell me, is he anything compared to the Fiend himself?"
"…Might be. But I'll leave him to you. You do have a marvellous body and an incredible way of kissing," she said, smiling as his eyes ignited when she squeezed a muscle on his arm with her free hand.
"Leave him…Be with me instead," he whispered in her ear seductively.
"Why should I?" she challenged playfully.
"Because I'll bet he can't kiss you like this…"
Before Lizzie even had time to reply, Lucifer turned her round and kissed her fully, their tongues gyrating hotly against each other. As he moved his lips down and sucked Lizzie's neck, she moaned.
As she grasped his hair, she sighed, "Good enough for me…"
They chuckled as they parted.
After being caught in an amorous embrace, they parted again and Lucifer walked with Lizzie back to the house, carrying the buckets for her.

When they entered the house, they found no one home and so, after Lucifer set down the buckets, they headed up to Lizzie's room and there, they sat on the end of the bed.
Lizzie's brow furrowed in pain as the baby kicked swiftly.
Lucifer had his arm around her and asked, concerned, "Are you all right?"
She nodded, breathless from the shock. Whenever she was with him, she forgot to expect such pain.
"I'm fine…just the baby kicking…"
Lucifer's eyes glistened which baffled Lizzie. Wasn't he, the being with the blackest heart known in all creation, supposed to be used to women saying things like that? Really, how many children had he fathered over the centuries?
"Really?" he asked, laying his hand on her baby bump, then removing it when he felt the baby kick.
"That is a strong one in there," he remarked.
Lizzie smiled to herself. Maybe she hadn't failed yet.
Then, before she knew what he was doing, Lucifer knelt down on the floor and pressed his ear against her belly. Lizzie asked what he was doing but he merely replied by holding a finger to his lips to signal silence. As he heard the soft sounds of growing life, Lucifer kissed the bulge.
"Daddy loves you," he whispered, kissing the same spot again.
Lizzie giggled. They were behaving like a married couple pregnant with their first child.
Lucifer admitted to her that he'd never done that with any other woman pregnant with his child.
It made Lizzie wonder: could the Fiend love?

~oTo~

Lucifer paced back and forth outside of her room, impatient and desperate to hear a baby's cry. He winced when he heard Lizzie's screams and recalled the difficult time most of the women he'd impregnated had. Glancing down at the floor, he sighed, heart racing – if there still was one there. He scarcely remembered his time as an angel.
Lucifer now knew he loved Lizzie. She'd brought him out of the dark and he'd started to follow the light. Despite the protests Lizzie's great grandmother made, calling her a weakling like her mother who gave into the light and a blight to the clan – Lizzie had taught the Fiend the ways of the light and stuck to them herself. It made him realise that maybe the light wasn't as bad as he'd grown to believe over time, ever since he was cast away from his kind and his wings had been burnt so he'd become a fallen angel. That was all he could remember and beyond that he only recalled his rebellious years against the light.
Mother Malkin had only ever raised her hand to Lizzie, never actually touched her after Lucifer threatened her with what he was capable of.
Now, after many days and nights of thought, Lucifer had decided that he would stay. Despite only knowing her for just over a year, he couldn't imagine life without Lizzie anymore. The dark had already changed because of his love for a young mortal woman too.

Finally, Lucifer knocked before pushing the door open. As he entered the room, he winced at the pool of blood soaked onto the sheets underneath Lizzie. Tending to Lizzie, also attempting to calm her, were her sister Mary and sister-in-law (Mary's husband, Arthur's sister) Agnes.
"Lucifer, we're going to need your help to calm her," Mary told him as she heard the door creak closed.
Lucifer rushed over and knelt beside Lizzie, grasping her hand in his and kissing her fingers. Tears and sweat poured down her face.
"L-Lucifer…I can't-"
"Ssh, don't say that. I'm here, you're going to be fine. I promise, nothing is going to happen to you."
Lizzie screamed in pain as it shot through her and she began to sob. She grasped Lucifer's hand and squeezed with strength he didn't think she'd have in her in this state. But she did and he winced but squeezed back affectionately in reassurance.
Then, a frown marred his handsome features as he looked over at Mary.
"Is something wrong with the child?"
Mary nodded solemnly.
"The baby's having difficulty coming out. Do our best, we will, but the blood loss is weakening her."
Mary wiped at her sweaty brow and looked over at Agnes, thinking she might have an answer.
"I'll go and get these special healing herbs I told you about. Should help her, them."
As Agnes rushed out of the room, Mary called after her, "Hurry back!"
Lucifer pushed Lizzie's sweat-drenched hair away from her face.
"Everything will be all right, Lizzie. You can do this, my love, you're strong."
After kissing her sweetly, he caressed her cheek with his free hand and said, "I love you, Lizzie. Always."
Mary gawped to herself. Did the dark-made flesh, the father of lies, just claim he loved her sister? Did he really just call her 'my love'?
She exchanged looks with him as Lizzie smiled at his words and drifted off.

Lizzie's eyes felt heavy as she heard someone calling to her. Whose was that sweet voice…and that strong, tender hand caressing her face?
"Lizzie…" There it was again and it was that voice that coaxed her to slowly open her eyes, as though it took all the effort in the world. Her eyes locked with the blue ones that could only belong to Lucifer. They then flicked down to the bundle in his arms. He smiled with relief and she smiled back, awestruck by the baby. She could just about see it's head: the baby had black baby hair on it's head and big round, sparkling brown eyes with long black lashes extending from the eyelids.
As he cradled their baby, the light in Lucifer's eyes was unbelievable.
"It's a girl," he said gently.
"Can I hold her?" Lizzie asked quietly.
Lucifer nodded and handed the baby to Lizzie, her eyes brimming with tears.
"She's so tiny," she noted, swallowing.
Lucifer sat next to her on the bed and stroked his daughter's cheek. "…And she's ours."
Lizzie's eyes sparked as she remembered the name she mentioned to her sister not long ago.
"I have the perfect name for her already…Alice 'cos she will be loyal to us," Lizzie proclaimed, holding their baby to her chest and kissing her tiny head lovingly.
"Alice…it's perfect," he agreed.
Then, Lizzie bit her lip. She was afraid of the answer but she had to ask.
"Are you staying?"
Lucifer smiled and nodded which made Lizzie grin broadly. How could he abandon his two most important girls in the Universe?

~oMo~

Do not read if easily offended

The months drew by and Alice became more and more playful with every passing day. She'd tug on her mother's hair now and then and her eyes would grow bigger when Lizzie pried her delicate miniscule hand away, telling her daughter not to. At the innocent look she'd receive, Lizzie would roll her eyes across the room. Where have I seen that look before? She'd ask herself sarcastically.
Whenever Lucifer held Alice, she became quite the handful only he could handle.

One night, when Lucifer leaned against the doorframe, he watched his lover with a smile as she breastfed their child by her cradle. He approached Lizzie from behind, ran his hands over both her shoulders then leaned his chin on one of them, all the while never taking his eyes off their precious little one.
Once Alice had been fed and was laid to rest in her cradle, Lucifer spun Lizzie round and ran his hands over her hips and pulled her close, grinding up against her so she could feel his want for her. Lizzie moaned into his mouth as he thrust his tongue inside her cave, his hands travelling over her soft, creamy skin. His hands slid down to her round buttocks and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He lowered her onto the bed, leaning over her as he continued to kiss her deeply.
Their hands quickly undressed each other and his eyes bore into hers.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered breathily.
"I don't think so," she replied quietly.
As she caught his stern look, she continued, "I mean look at me, Lucifer. Look tired, I do, with all these scars-"
"That's enough, Lizzie. These scars are proof that you've given me a child I love. You look tired because it's only been a few months since she was born. Every inch of you is perfect in my eyes…if only you could see what I see."
As he sucked at her neck, Lizzie gave out a gasping moan. His hands went to her full breasts and caressed. Lucifer leaned down and took one into his mouth, grazing over the sensitive nipple. His hands then went back to her body and, as they roamed lower, lovingly ran over her scars. His tongue followed his hands around her flesh as he made his way lower and lower. She writhed underneath him, clutching the blankets as he returned to her mouth before preparing himself for entry, his tip touching her entrance. He thrust into her, which made her jump up and clutch his back. This had been their first time together since Alice was born and Lucifer missed being inside his lover. Her moist walls clenched around him and he threw his head back in ecstasy.
There, they took each other to heaven and back.

After their tryst, Lucifer turned on his side, leaned over to the bedside table and picked up his glass of wine. Lizzie draped her arm over his side, smiling as her chin rested on his muscular arm. Lucifer turned his head and grinned at her.
After a swig, he put the glass back down, turned his body to face hers and kissed her, swiftly angling his head to deepen the kiss, the back of Lizzie's head laying on the pillow again as he did so.

~oTo~

Little Alice grew into a pretty toddler. She often slept in her mammy's and daddy's bed so she felt protected. She looked the spitting image of her mother with long silky black hair, only hers ended in ringlets, big brown eyes and velvet pale skin. But, Alice had her father's strength and, often, quick tongue. Her dress was a pretty black dress that her daddy bought for her.
Never could a family bond be stronger. Alice would often catch her parents kissing and, although she'd scrunch her button nose up in disgust, she had admiration in her eyes and wondered if she'd fall in love like that someday. Obviously, Lucifer would cut her off and tell her that no other boy could have her; he, Lizzie and Alice would all be together forever.
On this night, Alice was held against her father's chest by one of his arms, the other around Lizzie as her head rested on his shoulder, her long black hair tickling his neck and cheek. They were all still and slept soundly.

However, their happiness was never meant to last, as much as Lucifer and Lizzie wanted to believe it would…

In the middle of the night, the young couple were disturbed awake by their daughter's cries. They looked down at her. As they heard the muffled shouts of an angry mob, they understood why she was crying.
Alice held by her father, he and Lizzie got up and approached the window. As they looked out, they saw and angry mob with weapons; some were on horseback and they were led by a burly man…the parish constable and his men!
Lizzie looked up at her lover with tearful eyes, her hand stroking Alice's cheek as the constable approached the house Lucifer created for his small family with his magic. Now the parish constable was going to burn it!
"Lucifer, what do we do?" Lizzie asked him, trembling from head to toe.
Lucifer looked down at her with a soft gaze and caressed her cheek.
"Down in the cellar…it leads to a pair of shutters at the back of the house. We can get out that way."
"But…but…we'll never make it!" Lizzie cried, which made their daughter burst into tears.
"We have to try, Lizzie, for Alice. If we can't escape, I'll take us to my domain," he decided.
Lizzie wanted her little Alice to lead a normal life with her parents – the little girl couldn't have that in the dark. But she didn't want her daughter's life to end so soon when it had hardly begun, either.
So, after gulping, Lizzie nodded and Lucifer took her hand, leading the way swiftly and calmly out of the room.

The family went downstairs before hurrying down to the cellar located along the hallway and down a small set of steps. Lucifer handed Alice to Lizzie so he could turn the key in the lock and open the door. They rushed downstairs, Lucifer closed the door behind him and guided his family across the cellar towards the shutters at the other side. But the room was quickly filling with smoke and it was almost impossible to see in seconds.
While Lizzie panicked and spluttered as her daughter was coughing far worse than she (Lucifer was still immortal so of course he didn't), Lucifer called out a few words to part the smoke: "Chasma kapnou!"
As the smoke began to part, Lucifer saw the shutters and took hold of Lizzie's hand again, taking his family out of the house to safety.

When they were finally at a safe distance, they turned back to find their house burning to ashes.
"It's not safe here," Lucifer told his lover softly.
Lizzie nodded and they walked away from the house, deep in thought and speechless as they walked into the wood of sycamore and ash.
Lizzie began to cough hard and constantly like their daughter so, when they reached a running river, Lucifer suggested they sit down. Once all three were seated, Lizzie sat Alice on her lap. The little girl fell asleep on her mother's chest, her lips pouting with dried tears on her dirty, smoked cheeks. Then, Lizzie started contemplating what to do from here. She knew someone must've realised who Lucifer really was – no doubt a traitor or maybe Agnes who never liked Lizzie from the beginning – and word must've reached the parish constable.
Lizzie couldn't have the family she wanted with Lucifer now. It was fraught with danger and risks…she had to do what was best for Alice.
Lucifer slid his arm around Lizzie's shoulders and tucked a strand of dark hair behind Alice's petite ear.
"She's so exhausted," he sighed. He wanted his little girl to have the best but now look: their house had been burnt to the ground where they were planning to raise a good and big family. Lucifer cursed the constable, his men and whoever betrayed him and his family. It had to be someone who was knowledgeable about him…a witch…but what witch would dare oppose him who quite loyal to the Law…
"Umm…Lucifer," Lizzie began, biting her lip, snapping Lucifer out of his thoughts.
"Lizzie?"
"Got something to tell you. Been thinking, I have, and it's just…I want a family with you, Lucifer, want that more than anything, I do, but I can't. It's just too much to go through and not what Alice needs. What she needs is a normal life away from all this."
Tears cascaded down Lizzie's cheeks as she told him. She didn't want to lose him, but it's what she had to do – for the little one sleeping in her arms.
Lucifer's heart raced, but he knew what she was saying was true.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, his mouth running dry.
"As horrible as it seems, it's for the best. Take Alice to her Uncle Arthur and Aunt Mary, I will, had a miscarriage, my sister, so shouldn't refuse to take her in…I think we should…return to our old lives, Lucifer. Not what I want, but what needs to be done," she said, beginning to sob.
Lucifer held her close, careful not to disrupt little Alice's sleep, and rested his chin in her hair.
"I don't want to leave you and Alice, Lizzie, but if that is what needs to be done, then that is what will be…wait…You'll leave Alice without either parents to guide her? At this age?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down as he pulled away from Lizzie slightly. "When we return to our old lives, the likelihood of you turning to the dark is high…you know better than anyone that people of the dark simply cannot feel. Alice needs care, her aunt and uncle might not give her that. Besides, she won't remember any of this."
"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," Lizzie whispered.
For the first time since Alice's birth, Lizzie saw tears in her lover's blue eyes.
"If you wish it, if it is in both of your best interests, then I will let you do that. But I will tell her myself when she is ripe enough about where she truly comes from. It will be shocking, she may even be appalled, but I wouldn't be able to stand it if she never knew again," he whispered, voice shaky as he let go of her.
With a weak smile, Lizzie rested her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "I couldn't bear it, either."
Returning that forced smile, Lucifer looked down at his little sleeping beauty. He stroked her soft head and promised, "We will meet again, little one, I will always be by your side…in your heart."
Lizzie was about to cry when he said to her, "The same goes to you, my love."
They closed their eyes as their lips connected. Both Lucifer and Lizzie sighed into the kiss.
Then he was gone. Vanished.

Lizzie opened her eyes to find she was alone in the wood with her child. Swallowing back the tears, she carefully climbed to her feet so as not to disturb her most prized possession and tried hard not to stumble as she walked out of the wood.
It would be better to hand Alice to Arthur and Mary before she woke up – so she had no memory of her parents for now, so she was spared that dreaded pang of family loss that Lizzie was feeling now; an empty hole in her heart that was only getting bigger the closer she got to her sister and brother-in-law, before it was time to say goodbye to the last of her treasured family.

~oTo~

Agnes Sowerbutts suffered. Leaning against the table as he watched the mirror that gave him view of the world above, the Fiend couldn't help but smirk in his beastly form. Within the next year after Lizzie gave Alice away and converted to the dark, the old hag they called Agnes lost her husband tragically. And the Fiend relished her pain. Now she'd know what it was like and maybe think twice before she'd tear a family apart next time!
The Fiend watched that scene of her husband's death then her tears as she was told over and over again.
"You mess with the Fiend, you get the horns," the Fiend growled, then chuckled darkly.
His wicked laughter reverberated off the walls.
Now that was a true saying: what goes around, comes around.

Author's Note: I'm really sorry about the mature content but I felt I had to include it since this one-shot goes through the different stages of the Fiend's and Lizzie's entire relationship. But, guaranteed, this will be the only one-shot including mature content. The rest is, and will be, M-rated free.