OVERSIZED BIRD
"What's the cereals for, offspring?" Lucifer asks, his hand leaning the bowl forward with skeptical frown.
"It's for you, duh!"
"Language, Trix," her mom warns her from the other side of the kitchen.
Lucifer's frown grows deeper on his features and the bowl makes a sound as he lets go of it. "Thank you, child, but I'll certainly not eat these."
"But you must!"
"The Devil has no obligation."
Trixie pushes the bowl forwards on the table, one more push and it'll fall on the free-Devil's thighs. "You're an angel."
"Was an angel," he corrects her instantly.
"Angels are like big birds and birds eat grubs," continues Trixie, pointing to the bowl. "Cereals for breakfast."
It's obvious, so she doesn't understand why her mother's giggles join Lucifer's offended gasp a second later. She frowns in turn, still not getting why he looks so upset for a bowl of cereals. She's supposed to eat what will make her grow up healthy so… isn't it the same for Lucifer?
"Excuse me?! I am not an oversized bird!"
Her mom's arms soon find the ruffled bird's neck and her hands smooth his black feathers on the top of his head, her lips on his tense cheek. "She got you."