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I was six when Millie came into my life.

Every night for six years I had gone to bed wishing for a little brother or sister of my own. And when the day came that my parents sat me down and said something about the birds and the bees and what happened when a man loved a woman, I knew my wish was about to come true.

I would spend my days pressed to Mamma's belly, feeling for the movements of the tiny baby growing inside her. I would talk to the baby as though it could hear me, reading to it from my favourite books and telling it all the things we would do when it was old enough.

After nine long months, she was finally born, and I loved her from the very first moment I laid eyes on her; a tiny, pink bundle nestled in Mamma's arms. With her face scrunched up, screaming louder than the human ear should ever be subjected to, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. So beautiful, and so perfect. And it was only when she was placed gently into my eager arms that she fell quiet, opening her eyes and looking up at me, and despite her unfocused vision, I knew she saw me. She saw me, and she knew who I was. She was mine, and I was hers. One look into those cornflower blue eyes, the same as my own, and I gave my very soul to her. Breathing in her newborn scent, a mix of wild flowers and honey that she would carry for the rest of her short life, I promised to always be there for her, to always protect her and keep her from harm. It would be the two of us until the end of time.

I never meant to break that promise. When the Infection took hold and I couldn't save her, I wanted to die alongside her. And if Dean hadn't come along when he did, saving me while society crumbled down around us, I probably would have.

"What's the matter, Louie?" the thing that looked like my sister asked, cocking her head to one side and twisting the mask she wore into a whimsical smile. Every feature belonged to my sister, from the soulful eyes identical to my own, and the pouty lips that could bring a grown man to his knees. "You look like you've seen a ghost"

"Stop it" I said through clenched teeth, a flood of tears spilling down my cheeks. The ache in my heart was so sharp that it hurt like a physical pain. I would give anything to be able to see my sister again, to hold her tight and breathe in her scent, to tell her I was sorry and that I loved her so much. But not like this. Never like this. "Whoever you are…Whatever you are…Just stop it. Please. Don't be her. Anyone but her"

"It's me, dummy" she laughed, tossing her long, gleaming red hair over her shoulder. "Who else would I be?" She looked casually around my room, moving to the dresser and running her fingers across the ornaments I had collected, a quasi-shrine to a World gone by. She picked up a small figurine of a jade Unicorn, and studied the way it glinted in the light. Setting it down again, she turned to me and smiled broadly. "Look at you, rock star, living the high life. Sure is a few steps up from our trailer back home, isn't it, sis"

I looked across to the radio perched on the nightstand, wondering if I could take it and call for Dean before this abomination tried to stop me. He wouldn't have left the building yet, and he'd be up here in a heartbeat at my cry for help, but I couldn't risk the safety of our child.

I would protect him where I had failed with Millie.

"And that husband of yours? Yummy! A butt like that has to be illegal. I am very jealous of you, Louie" She walked across to the bed and sat down, reaching out to touch the Egyptian cotton bed sheets. Looking up at me, her features suddenly turned seductive, and though her face didn't change, she no longer resembled the little sister I had loved so much. "What's he like in the sack?"

"Stop it!" I spat angrily, horrified to see my sister's memory being abused so horribly. "You're not her"

"Oh, alright" she sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "This…" She indicated her features, stolen from the one person I had loved more than life itself. "This is just a party trick for your entertainment" She stood and sashayed across the room, flaunting her teenage body provocatively. "I like it. She's so…Nubile"

I turned away, unable to stomach seeing Millie like this. This wasn't her. She was sweet, and innocent, untouched by the brutality of the World. She was perfect.

She was mine…She had been mine.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Inside me, my son had gone still. He knew this wasn't right. He could feel it the same as I could. "What do you want with me?"

"It's not you I want, Princess" she said, and her eyes settled on my belly. The smile on her face would haunt my dreams for as long as I lived.

Everything fell into place in that moment, and my blood ran cold at the realisation.

Lucifer.

"No" I breathed, wrapping my hands tightly around me belly, trying to protect my son. "No, you can't have him. He's mine"

"Oh, honey" she sighed sympathetically, walking towards me as her features shifted fluidly, revealing the hauntingly handsome visage of His true self. The man they had once called Nick was His vessel now, a man so lost in his own misery that he had agreed to host the Prince of Darkness within himself. "I'm sorry, I am, but he belongs to me. And I will have him"

"Why?" I whispered, willing myself to back away from him. But my feet were rooted to the floor and I couldn't move. "Why him? Why does it have to be him?"

"It was always going to be him, Princess. The son of a Winchester will be more powerful than you could ever imagine" Lucifer said gently, reaching a hand out to brush a loose curl from my eyes. The gesture was so tender that it made me feel sick. "You should be proud of him, he's intended for greatness. He will be my true host and together, we'll see this World into fruition" He smiled down at me, looking almost giddy with happiness. "I thought, at first, that it would be Sam and his beloved who would deliver me to glory, but I was wrong. Their child is weak, she's frail, insubstantial. She could never sustain me, and I have so much to do. But your child, Lulu…Your son, he's strong and he's powerful. He's the one I've been waiting for"

"But he's mine" I whimpered, sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "I can't let you have him…I won't…He belongs to me and I will not let you have him" I was crying again, hysterical. This was the monster who wanted to steal my son from me, and I hated him. A fiery burst of intense hatred flared deep in my belly, and I wondered if it was from my son experiencing a rush of anger at Lucifer's torment.

"Shh" He soothed, laying his hands on my shoulders. I shuddered at his touch. "I'm not as bad as you think. People misunderstand me. They call me Satan, and the Devil, but do you know who I am? I'm an Angel, Lulu. An Angel of God, one of His son's. And my crime? I'm guilty of loving Him too much. He created you all from His image and asked us to love you as His equals. I could not do that. I would not. And for that, He punished me…I loved Him, and He betrayed me. But I will prevail, Lulu. When your child comes screaming into this World, into my arms, I will be unstoppable"

"Please" I sobbed desperately, clutching at His shirt. I wanted to slap him, to beat him with my fists. I wanted to claw his eyes out and watch him bleed. But I could do nothing but plead for the life of my son. "You don't have to do this. Take me. He's just a baby. Take me instead, and leave my son alone. I give you permission to use me, to use my body. You can have it, it's yours. When the time comes, take me…Please, take me"

"Oh, Princess" He sighed, tilting my head to gaze tenderly into my eyes. The World itself seemed to stop as he smiled sadly. "Do you really think you're going to survive this?"

And then he was gone, and I was all alone as ominous shadows danced along the walls, taunting me with their careless ease.

There was nothing I could do to save my son. Just as I had lost Millie, I would lose him.

I would fail again. And I hated myself for it.