Child rearing was rather simple considering immortals' age within seconds or days of their birth. However, it didn't lose its difficulty.
Doria had been assuming Lucifer would be ten or fifteen after four or five days, and was pretty surprised when he aged a year. Nonetheless, it was a fast development, and she wasn't complaining as long as she got to create a bond with her little boy.
With duties similar to a noble woman in the 17 to 1800s, Doria had plenty of time to bond with Lucifer and ensure he would never end up like the Olympians. Now, while a couple of the gods did have their positive attributes - some more positive than others - and were well-liked, Doria would rather her son not end up as someone like Zeus or Ares, and so no one else will have their life ruined by lies.
Tartarus did spend time with Lucifer, taking him around the Pit and teaching him how to fight. Much like the gods, Tartarus was distant, but it was obvious he adored his son.
Lucifer, who was now six-years-old, had been begging his parents to take him to the surface. He had always been a curious child, and after hearing his mothers stories about the surface world, he had been dying to see the places his mother had lived and fought in.
Unsurprisingly, Tartarus and Doria were hesitant to bring their son up to where he could be harmed by the gods. No assurance could make the wife of Tartarus believe the Major Olympians didn't want to harm her anymore. She knew how hateful, how long-lasting their grudges could be. If they knew she had a son, they would most definitely go after him.
"Sweetie," said Marina with a motherly smile as she looked down at her son. "Are you sure you want to go up to the surface?"
Lucifer enthusiastically nods. "Yes, mama. Can we go? Please?" He looks up at his parents with wide, reddish-green eyes and a quivering lip. The infamous puppy eyes.
"Why did you have to give that to him?" Tartarus bitterly whispered in his wife's ear, receiving a playful smack on the arm.
While the pair could never stop melting at the sight of their son's puppy dog eyes, they both knew the dangers the surface world posed. Especially for someone as young, and inexperienced with his powers, as Lucifer.
Lucifer was upset that he wasn't getting his way, and showed it by glaring at his parents during dinner. He stopped when he was told he wouldn't be getting dessert. The little god just couldn't turn down his blue treats.
Author's Note: Sorry for this being so short.