Disclaimer: I've told you before – I don't own Lucifer. Sigh.
Characters: Mom, Lucifer
Inspired by: I think this popped into my head randomly and for some reason it didn't get lost again?
Additional tags: pre-series
A/N: I hope I'm not mistaken to believe Mom actually loves her children (because as a Mom, that's what you do) – hopefully we'll learn more about her and I'm not proven wrong :D
Lucifer is, of course, the Latin version of whatever Mom'll call him in their native tongue (whatever that might be. Any ideas?).
Light-Bringing
The tiny baby with the shock of black locks on his head had yet to open his eyes for the very first time. For some reason he had kept them closed until now, even though she knew he was awake – like he was listening intently to something she couldn't hear, or waiting for something special to happen.
His wings, which he had yet to learn how to conceal, were huge, compared to his small body, and of a blinding white, the feathers fluttering with every breath he took. His hands were clenched into tiny fists one moment and the next he was moving them around like he wanted to test the air's condition.
He was surely growing up to be an explorer, she mused, – testing out new strategies and approaches. Or maybe he was going to do something else entirely – he wasn't restricted to any course yet, and if she had any saying in it, he would never be.
Carefully she lifted him up and began rockinghim gently. After a while, she started humming a tune, and when she looked at the baby's face, she was surprised to see his eyes – dark brown – stare at her knowingly.
She knew all her sons had abilities they had yet to understand, and by now she knew how to recognise what they felt like, and the oh-so-knowing gaze resting on her face was full of such power.
She felt something shift within her before she suddenly caught herself whispering: "I want you to be happy, Samael."
A soft pressure she hadn't been aware of dissolved, and the child's gaze, still locked on her eyes, became unsteady with tiredness. Before he fell asleep again, though, he smiled at her – such a huge, wide smile she'd never seen before.
It was breathtakingly beautiful and lit up the whole room for her.
His father had chosen his name already, but she would call him something else, something more fitting when they were alone.
She tenderly caressed her son's cheek before laying him back down carefully and kissing him gently on the forehead.
He was her light-bringer – Lucifer.