More than Anything
It was an oddly quiet night, even as the clock ticked past midnight weighing a new day into life. Within the barley lit window, as the skies outside pushed past the normal reddish hue. He reeled back into the darkness of his own vastly empty room.
The same as every other night for him, but not tonight because he had at least came out of his lonely void. The status quo of being held bound within the tight, cramped ornate halls of his own mansion here in the one place that he now just seemed to be lifeless in.
He was Lucifer and so the old tale went, struck into his own internal and external hell.
Oh the irony.
Little by little the parts and pieces of the past wadded through the depressed majesty's mind, fleeting away almost like a breathless sigh. Here tonight he had at least gone to see the very thing his own daughter had built up.
Her lifelong dream folded into the ire of heaven itself, presenting an idea that even he didn't quite think would work out.
What if..?
What if she was the way to get out of this horrid mess and maybe start a new light into the valiant future?
What if his daughter was the one who could push for the change that the Sinners and those who mocked his endless rebuttal actually worked?
What if instead of letting everything around him fall into the every break of chaos, Charlie fixed what was broke?
Lucifer paused, a fallen disgrace in action. A once rampant dreamer incased in the fire and brimstone hell he hadn't even seen back then. It was the cycle of his, after eons of lose and failure.
Maybe the light that could hold up to what was actually worth ever so much could be the one person he still held any connection to.
And maybe if he just picked up his phone and answered maybe that one person could forgive her dear dumb old dad?
One breath in.
One breath out.
"Heeeeey…bud!" Damnit that was bad! I screwed up, quick say something smart! Lucifer nearly threw his own phone halfway down the street as he walked with emphasis, "Hey Charlie it's me, the guy who needs to just say…" He jammed his thumb as hard as he could to drop the call.
That was a bad start!
Good thing I'm so cool, I'll act like nothing ever happened, yeah! Cool guy, cool hat, and nice shoes, hey!
He practically walked into the nearest street lamp, and just barely managed to side step it. After a few minutes, breathless and scrambling for any processed thought that he could type into a short text. He just kept walking.
It wasn't like he really was thinking about a true destination. Because as far as he could tell, his own feet had the map, and his own mind was completely foggy and stale.
That must be the grand ol' depression!
Lucifer could slowly hear the low tones of his phone, someone was calling him back. The overly paid for tones of quacking was overtaking his pocket. But how could he talk to her? Did she even want to talk to him?
He also forgot that he had left his own voice mail on as the phone stopped vibrating and let the call forward.
He just had no ability to keep pretending to be something to anyone here, this act of his and the many dashed dreams faded into the darkness. Why he had blamed himself for humanity's own fall. All of that innate and outward evil, falling into a once so innocent Earth.
All of those days and times he had been teeming with the once ever hopeful, exuberant and he once too had been so much like his little girl.
He didn't want to just like all of her be crushed under the thumbs of angels who only sought to harm those judged unfairly. Trailing their rotten forms of justice over the heads of those they looked down on from the mighty loft that was as stale as Adam's own breath.
But he had to fight for something. Why couldn't that something be for Charlie?
So as the deadbeat dad he thought himself as, Lucifer took up his phone.
After all there was so much more to still fight for.