Father. I don't believe this is an appropriate scene for an eleven-year-old.
Lucifer and Trixie stood outside of the tent at the campsite. The almost full moon was rising behind them, and the air was filled with animalistic cries and grunts that had nothing at all to do with the fauna in the area.
There was a long wail - Chloe's - and Lucifer knew exactly then what day it was and what he'd just done to her.
Mmmm, he murmured, relishing the memory.
This is towards the end of the third day, he murmured. She was going almost constantly and I... um...
Looking down at Trixie's scrunched up face, he stopped.
Nevermind.
"Oh, Lucifer... Oh oh OH!"
Lucifer smirked, then frowned as he glanced at Trixie again. Seriously, Father, if you must be here, at least change. I will not allow a minor to be privy to such things.
Trixie rolled her eyes. "Not like I couldn't hear you two back home."
He winced.
It not my fault your mother is loud.
"It is your fault, entirely."
Please, Father.
The girl beside him took a step forward and was suddenly a woman of advanced years, stooped and slow, swaddled in voluminous knitted sweaters.
"How's this?"
Lucifer grimaced. Somehow worse.
"What?" the old Trixie said, holding a hand to her ear.
Father, I'm speaking to you telepathically. Stop pretending you can't hear me.
"Tee hee." She gave a gap-toothed smile.
The years retracted, leaving her somewhere in her thirties.
"Better?"
Lucifer smiled. Much. You are beautiful at this age.
Rolling her eyes, she turned to look at the tent.
Her gaze grew serious, as Lucifer's own cries filled the night.
Lucifer coughed beside her. She has a fascinating way with her tongue.
"Eww."
And then both Lucifer and Chloe were crying out as the sound of slapping flesh bounced off the trees around them.
I will never have sex again, Lucifer sighed, looking up towards the moon. Outside of being with Chloe, and the odd shot of whiskey, he was going to miss that the most.
"Here," older-Trixie said under her breath.
Lucifer shouted from within the tent, a hoarse cry that made the tent swing wildly and the ground around them tremble.
Thank God she'd just passed out. She would have been terrified.
"You cried out in the angelic tongue," Trixie said softly.
Lucifer frowned. Yes. I'd never done that before. But something about this was different. There was an intensity to it I'd never felt before. The most 'little death' I'd ever experienced.
"You shouted 'Help'."
Mmm. I suppose I did. He shrugged.
"This is when it was taken from you."
He frowned at her. She looked terribly sad all of a sudden.
What?
Trixie looked at him with soulful brown eyes, trembling with the first sign of tears.
"Your immortality. It went to him."
Lucifer blinked. Him? He turned, looking for some enemy in the shadows, some demon perhaps, or a sibling out for revenge. Finding nothing, he looked back at her.
Who?
Trixie's eyes closed as a tear ran down her cheek.
"Your son."
