Angelique pushed open the appartment door with a heaved shove and wondered in, passing by the bench at the door covering in random junk, the over flowing closet and pausing as she reached her own room.
The door flung open wide, just the way she'd left it, toys spilling out into the hallway and past the toys, the pillows and bed sheets bunched up at the edge of the bed.
Angelique knelt down and grabbed the first toy within reach, a white cat plush toy with a diamond pink leonard and tutu and continueddown the hallway. She stopped in front of a door cracked open just enough to peak through into the room. The ravenette
/brushed through the crack, the room was spotless, built in closet in the corner and past the queendouble, a small balcony justbig enough for one grown man to stand comfortably.
She crept across the thinly carpeted floor and pulled herself up with a minor struggle. Angelique made herself comfortable, wriggling under the covers and shifting till she was laying on the pillow closest to the edge. And as she lay awakein deafening
/silence, her eyes waltzed about the room, tracing each line and recalling every stain and nick in the wood, till her gentle gaze landed on the night stand. The surface was covered in clutter, documents, drawings, old receipts, all weighed down by
/a thick brown book.
With the palm of her handAngelique wiped the sleep from her eyes, her plush cat held in a tight choker other curled around the loop of the spine, pulling the album off the night stand and on to her lap. She opened the book with a foreign tenderness that
/was almost unseen in children her age.
The first page was filled with images of Annalise when she'd been pregnant with Angelique's now deceased grandparents.
Angelique flipped through to the back, where one soul image resided. It was burnt on the top right hand corner, leaving the man headless and the woman smiling over at nothing. Beside the image was an envelope taped to the back cover with two words scrawled
/in pale blue writing. Angelique had attempted to sound out the letters many times but had never been able to make out the words.
The black haired girl caressed the glossy outline of the man with clumsy touched and sad, moist eyes.
"Be still." Angelique croaked, shuffling back down under the warm and crisp blankets, tightening her choker hold on the plush ballerina.
"Be safe~ Be sure.." She hummed, straining so her voice remained soft and melodious, while she broke off into a drawn out yawn.
"Je T'aime, Je T'aime toujour~" Angelique could recallher mother singing to herself late at night.
She could never really understand why, maybe she was lonely. That, Angelique could understand.
Lucifer peered through the doorway with a raised brow, before looking back down the hallway, straightening his coat jacket and strolling in. With two fingers he brushed the door open wide and looking around with mild disgust at the sheer amount of children's
/scribbles taped to the walls and toys scattered every few paces.
He bypassed the sad remnants of the lounge room, the kitchen, still trashed from someone's miserable attempt at baking and down the hall. Past the crampt bathroom, Lucifer paused for a moment, and with his knuckle, knocked open the child's door.
Lucifer briefly looked over the unbelievably messy room and finding nothing, he continued walking till he reached the mother's room.
He was unsurprised to find the young girl curled up in her mother's bed.
The photo album laying open on her lap did catch his attention, he approached silently as to not awaken the sleeping beast.
He snagged the corner of the album and turned it till the album faced him.
The photo of the woman and man slipped out of the paper corners keeping it in place with relative ease.
Lucifer furrowed his brows, the image was by no means flattering, the burn or the ridiculously love sick expression Annalise wore with the grace of an angel.
His gaze fell past the image to a bright white envelope taped to the back cover with his name, Lucifer Morningstar written in Annalise's overly curled scribble.
Lucifer set down the photo and tore the envelope away.
Lucifer Morningstar
If you're reading this, I'm most likely dead or missing.
There's no easy way to say this, especially considering who you are, but you have a daughter, Angelique Mazikeen Marcella.
Inside is a paternity test I had done to settle any arguments you might have, Mazewill assure you. Don't be mad at her Lucifer, we did what we thought was best.
But now I'm calling in my favour, be a father to your daughter.
Forever yours,
Annalise Marcella