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It’s been five years since Dan died, five years since Lucifer went to war against his twin brother, five years since he became God, five years since he almost lost the love of his life, and five years since he had told her that.
He’s done a lot so far, as God. He changed the hell system, his second proudest achievement, allowing souls to overcome their guilt, like Dan, who crossed the door of his hell loop and met Charlotte in heaven.
What is his proudest achievement, you may ask? Well, that is marrying Chloe.
Four years ago he asked Trixie if he could marry her mom, she was ecstatic, yelling how happy she was to have him as her stepdad, almost ruining the surprise.
They moved in together right after the wedding to a nice big house close to the beach, where he could see his stars and be with the women he loves the most in his whole existence.
The detective is no longer a detective, and retired to consult him on his Godly duties. He misses the thrill of fighting crime on the streets, and so does she, that’s why she also consults for the LAPD from time to time. Like today, for example. Ella called her asking for her help on a tricky case.
Trixie had soccer practice today. She has grown so much, but sometimes she still looks like the slightly hyperactive child he once knew. She’s the star of her team and is passionate about the sport. She never misses soccer practice and today, when Chloe called Lucifer to pick her up sooner from school, he wondered what was wrong.
Chloe told him she had a headache, but he doubts it’s true. Not that he uses his God powers on the two of them, he would never. It’s just that he knows them so well by now, he knew something was wrong.
On the ride back home he tried to make small talk to Trixie, trying to get her to open up. But it was unsuccessful. The 16-year-old put her earphones on and looked away from him.
He respected her wishes and didn’t force her to talk, but reminded her that if needed, he’s here for her. She just hummed in approval and as soon as they got home, she went straight to her room and closed the door behind her.
He knew something was up, but waited for her to open up on her own accord.
After an hour of radio silence, he decided to cook something for her. He made her one of her grandpa’s sandwiches, her mom’s and her favorite.
He knocked on the door and called for her name, letting her know he made her something to eat. It took her a while to open the door, and when she did, he noticed she was crying.
“My dear sweet child, what happened?” he asked, genuinely worried.
“Ugh, nothing Lucifer. Let me alone.” She replied, letting the door of her room opened and going back to under the covers of her bed.
“Trix, I hate seeing you upset. Tell me who I need to send to hell, I’ll do it in a heartbeat,” he got closer to her bed and set close to her.
“Does the catholic church count?” her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away not to cry.
She wasn’t his daughter, but they seem to have a lot in common. The hatred for the church being one of them.
“Oh, don’t worry, they are mostly going down there,” Lucifer whipped the tear that had fallen down her cheek.
Her sandwich was untouched, although it seemed like she was eating it with her eyes.
“You were the devil, right? I mean, before your dad retired and all,” she asked, finally looking back at him.
“Yes, why?”
“I- um… Is it true that gay people go to hell?”
And there was silence.
He wasn’t the devil anymore, but he still didn’t lie.
“Well, there are queer people in hell, yes, but they are not there because of who they are. Love doesn’t take anyone to hell, their guilt does. So, yes and no. Gay people might go to hell, but not because they are gay. Why?”
“So sins aren’t a thing, right?”
“No, sins aren’t a thing, my dear.”
She took a bite from her sandwich, seeming to have calmed down a bit. She then put the plate on her nightstand, right next to her star-shaped lamp.
“It’s just that something happened today, at school,” she began saying.
He hummed in approval, encouraging her to go on.
“There’s a girl in my school who’s a cheerleader, her name is Julie. Me and her have a lot of classes together and stuff. And once a week the girl soccer team and the cheerleaders have practice at the same hour, today was one of those days,” she paused to breathe before continuing.
“When I got to the field Julie was sitting on the bleachers crying, alone. So I sat next to her to ask her what was going on, then she told me her mom found out she was bi and told her that she was a sinner and would go to hell. I- I felt so bad Lucifer. I mean, how can a mother do that to her own daughter?!” She paused again, recomposing herself. “Anyway, I wish I could have told her that her mom was wrong, but I couldn’t. I guess your ethics for not lying grew on me, so since I wasn’t sure if her mother was wrong, I just weirdly hugged her and let her cry on my shoulder. It broke my heart, Luce, so much. I couldn't play after that.”
It broke Lucifer too. After Dan died, he talked to Linda and said that pain shouldn’t exist, but he had grown to learn that he couldn’t do anything about pain, that people needed to feel it sometimes. Now it isn’t one of the times that he seemed justifiable. Trixie was so young, and so was her friend and every queer child in the world, they shouldn’t feel this pain!
A parent’s job is to love and support their children unconditionally, not do whatever Julie’s mom was doing.
Trixie buried her face on her bent leg and cried. Lucifer got closer and caressed her back and kissed the top of her head.
“She is wrong, Trix. Love is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Loving is beautiful. It doesn’t matter the gender of the person you love. Love is love, okay?” he assured her.
“Lucifer… I- I lied,” she said before burying her face on her legs again and proceeded to cry.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“Julie isn’t my f- friend,” the sound of her voice being muffled by the blanket. “S- she is my girlfriend.”
Lucifer felt a mix of feelings, mostly positive. He loves Trixie, that he knew, and he loves whoever she loves.
“Aw my love, really?” he asked, his voice sounding supportive.
“Y- yeah,” she said with a nasal voice.
“That’s awesome!”
“N- no it isn’t. It’s terrible! I l- love her, but it hurts so much sometimes. Her family sucks, they are super religious. Even her sister is homophobic, can you believe it? It would be so much easier if I liked boys instead,” she cried. “I mean, I know you and my mom would be fine, you two are pretty much the biggest bisexuals I’ve ever seen, it’s written on your foreheads. But Julie’s parents aren’t, and so many more people also aren’t, and it makes me feel so bad.”
Lucifer giggled at Trixie’s statement at his and Chloe’s sexualities and tried to find words to respond to the other things she had said. He wanted to say that he somehow related to her and tell her his love story with Chloe, but that would be for another time.
“You’re right again, Trix. Love hurts. A lot. And sometimes the people around you won’t make it any easier. But you should remember that you loving girls isn’t a bad thing, okay? I’m so proud of you, urchin! One, for having excellent taste, and two, for being who you are. I love you so much, Trix, never forget that.” Lucifer said, bringing Trixie to a hug.
She cried a little more, hiding her face on his chest. When she started catching up her breath again, she said “I love you too, Lucifer. You’re the best stepdad ever,” Then hugged him once more.
“By the way, can you not tell my mom that I’m a lesbian? I want to be the one to tell her.”
“Of course. Whenever you desire. I’m here for you,”
“Thanks,”
She looked at her nightstand and gave another bite to her sandwich, long forgotten. She made a face,
“Is it cold?”
“Yeah,”
“Come downstairs, I’ll heat it up for you,”
When they got to the first floor and walked the equivalent to Trixie’s old house to get from the staircase to the kitchen, she set on one of the kitchen benches while Lucifer walked around the island in the middle to heat up the sandwich on the microwave.
She still looked thoughtful.
“Something else on your mind that you wish to share?” he said, clicking on the buttons of the microwave and walking close to her again when it started to heat up.
“My dad. What do you think he would say?”
“I think that your dad would say that he loves whoever you love, because he loves you,” Lucifer said and Trixie nodded, smiling at him without showing teeth, fighting her tears. Lucifer smiled back.
The microwave beeped and Trixie jumped off the bench to get her plate.
She gave him one less hug before going back to her room.
Maybe it was too much of him, but he was ordering flags and matching shirts for the three of them to wear to the next parade as soon as Trixie got on her room.
Chloe is going to be so happy.