The witch queen was never scared. Or at the very least, so Kali claimed — that her ice cold, tar black heart didn't feel terror nor the worry caused by what should have been an evident threat. And for a while, that had been the truth, after she had been sculpted of hellfire and the seven deadly sins that brought her to life, granting her one hell of a personality and looks to kill and die for. She was wicked and malicious, but in her dark heart, remained space for her husband — frankly, she was everything Lucifer had hoped to achieve when he married her.
But then, what was that feeling she felt course through her veins and send shudders down her spine when she heard of this mysterious weapon, created alongside her? It was a precaution, one that Mazikeen insisted on having, in case the Shedevil would ever grew erratic and impossible to control — that was what the demon told Lucifer, who then agreed to melt the ashes of Hell into a dagger, one with edges as sharp as the queen's witty tongue, and her name engraved on the side of it.
She refused to admit to being scared, but she also refused to allow any weaknesses. Kali, in the belief that she couldn't take the risk of a supernatural dagger lying around their kingdom, found the weapon and hid it — out of fear, evidently, but she didn't speak of it. However, her crimes were enough to convince Lucifer that her greed and passion were boiling over the edges and the darkness within her had sucked away all the light, suffocated the good in her with more evil and hatred.
They fell apart, and as the Devil ended up fleeing, she became the Queen of Hell, the only ruler of the dark domain — hurt by his abandonment, but hellbent on using all the power she felt course through her veins. But even though a lot of things changed, some never did. Lucifer never stopped loving Kali, even though she forgot to be loyal and caring and replaced all the good qualities in her with more darkness. He never forgot about her. And he never would.
But Kali feared he would. Indeed, for the Shedevil, for someone who claimed to never worry or panic, she was scared a lot — when Lucifer turned his back on her, she feared of what she had become, and she feared that he'd find happiness elsewhere. It led her into following her husband to Earth, only to find more feelings awaiting for her there.
It was when she heard that her dagger had been stolen, that she was quite literally, paralyzed with worry of what was to come. Because Kali knew that the blade was meant for her, it was supposed to kill her. Because it could not be destroyed, it could not be stripped of its purpose. And the blade's only purpose was to put down the Shedevil if it would ever be necessary, its sharp tip yearning to sink into her flesh and spill her crimson blood, to stop her rotten heart's plucky beats and put an end to her story.
And now, the day had finally come.
"No, no, no!", Lucifer's desperate shouts filled the beach as he fell to his knees, his shaky hands frantically pulling Kali to his lap before they gently cupped her cheeks. "This can't be happening", he whispered hoarsely, his tears falling onto Kali pale, sweaty face and mixing with her own as he began to rock back and forth in gentle movements.
Tears streamed down Kali cheeks, mixed with her mascara as she breathed heavily and shakily, each inhale causing pain, only for every exhale to intensify the agony she was writhing in. The salty ocean air burned her insides, the wound on her stomach was still bleeding, and the effects of the dagger were causing the queen to suffer from within. It felt like the flames were still licking her, wrapping around her bones and suffocating her soul, making her blood boil in her veins. And yet, she was ice cold, freezing in Lucifer's shaky arms, pained sweat glistening on her forehead and forcing her tar black hair to stick on the bloodstained skin.
"Lucifer", Kali choked out, blood dripping down her jaw as her hand went to take his, their fingers entwining one last time whilst she rested on his lap. "I know I deserve this", she sobbed out, "but I'm scared", her voice broke, quietly admitting what her heart was full of — fear. She didn't know what was going to happen to her — where would she go? Would she just cease to exist? Because she did know that she surely wasn't on the stairway to Heaven, and going back to Hell was far too kind of a punishment for someone like her.
She wasn't ready to die. She didn't want to. Just like she had confessed, she knew that she deserved this — she deserved suffering, and an unhappy ending. She was an evil queen and had only brought pain and misery to those around her, so why should she get anything better? But Lucifer — he didn't deserve to lose yet another person he cared about, he didn't deserve to have someone die in his arms again. Even worse, she knew there was guilt in his heart, for she had sacrificed herself for him — she had saved him from the dagger, by jumping in front of him and taking the stab for him.
Shaking his head, Lucifer tried to crack a small smile at his wife. "You don't deserve this, Kali. This is all my fault, if—if I hadn't created the dagger, or filled you with so much darkness, if I hadn't abandoned you...", the man trembled, and now, it was Kali`s turn to smile, even though it was devoid of happiness and amusement.
"It would be so easy to blame someone for this, but I can't let you do that to yourself. I brought this onto myself and now I have to suffer the consequences", Kali whispered, before breaking into violent coughs, causing more blood to stain her dress as Lucifer held onto her tighter. With a sad smile, Kali then looked up at him, her eyes full of regret, "I'm so sorry, Lucifer. I'm sorry for the things I've done. I've been a terrible wife and a horrible person — but I tried to be better. I tried to be better for you—", she continued, squeezing his hand weakly as the tears continued to run down her face and collide at her trembling lips.
Lucifer shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, absolutely unwilling to let go of his wife. He wasn't ready to say goodbye, and he shouldn't have. Kali shouldn't have said goodbye — there was so much she needed to do. They were supposed to arrange a wedding for their children and be happy together. And what about Linda? What about all the people Kali had gotten to know, only to be torn away from them now?
"Now I know what you felt like when I left you. I don't want you to go, Kali", Lucifer smiled sadly, "I need you." But they both knew it was pointless, just sweet words to soften the blow — perhaps the paramedics were already on their way, but there was no escaping this fate. The dagger had been used on Kali, and therefore, each second, she was slipping further away and falling deeper into the embrace of death. Each breath she took could have been her last. Each quick beat of her heart could have been the final one. And Lucifer knew that, he could feel Kali's grip on his hand slip away, and he could sense the death in the air.
Shakily, Kali lifted her hand to caress Lucifer's cheek and feel the rough stubble, wipe his tears and feel his warmth one last time. Only then it occured to her that she'd never get to taste his lips again, she'd never get to spend the night in his warm sheets, she'd never get to fall asleep against him, she'd never get to caress his scars or show him the love he deserved.
"Promise me you'll be okay. Talk to— talk to Linda, or our kids. Don't blame yourself— Lucifer, promise me", Kali choked, closing her eyes for a second as the cool ocean breeze washed over her. Lucifer nodded instantly to promise so, even though he was unsure if he could be able to fulfill it, but nonetheless, it made Kali smile as she spoke up one more time. "I gave you so many reasons to hate me, and yet, you still loved me. Like I love you. I may have been absolutely awful at showing it, but I love you, my Satan. I always will", she whispered, knowing her end was near.
And then, before he could part his lips, Kali took her last breath, before her eyes went dead and her hold on Lucifer's hand loosened, her entire body losing life. Just like that, she was gone. She had been so full of darkness, so evil and cold, yet for her husband, she had always been a speck of light and hope and love. But as Lucifer closed her eyes and let the tears slip out of his eyes whilst he hugged Kali one last time, all that light and hope vanished.
"Please father", Lucifer whispered, leaning down to press his lips against her forehead, "Please."