For so long, it had been just the two of them. Them against the world, literally. Well, maybe more against him than her, she had taken to Hell much better than he had, in a way he hadn’t been open to try.

Lilith glanced down at Lucifer, sleeping in his bed. She knew he had gotten sleeping medication from Belphegor, strong enough to kill anyone that wasn’t him.

His bed. His room. Not theirs.

 

Eight years apart was nothing in the grand scheme of things, not with how long they had both been alive, but it had been long enough for her to come to a realisation.

She’d come back, to her daughter, to her kingdom. But when the time came to go to bed, she’d opted not to join Lucifer in the apple tower.

She couldn’t, no matter how it broke both of their hearts.

Because he was her best friend, and that would never change. But her love for him had changed.

 

She would always love him, couldn’t not love him. Not after so many millennia together. But now that she was standing there, watching him sleep from the door, kept unlocked in case she would change her mind, she knew what she had known for several years now. She knew that she was no longer in love with him.

Quietly, she stepped further into the bedroom, avoiding every duck lying in droves on the floor. She raised her hand, opening her fist.

Within it lay her ring. The ring she had stopped wearing during her time away. When she had made her decision.

Their marriage was over. She hoped that one day, Lucifer would come to understand.

 

She let the ring rest on the nightstand, beside the nightlight. As the ring caught in its light, she pulled back. Her eyes turned outward, toward the city she loved. Pentagram was bathed in a dark nighttime red, Heaven’s gates far above, an ever-present reminder of what had once been.

 

Feeling something rub up against her leg, she glanced down.

KeeKee looked up at her with her large eye, an eye that saw so much more than they would ever know.

Lilith bent down, letting KeeKee climb up her arm, resting around her shoulders like a comforting weight. She scratched her chin, quietly opening the door to slip out the room again. It closed noiselessly behind her.

 

She petted KeeKee on the head, her purrs rumbling in her ear.

“How about you and I go to the kitchen for some tea, hm?”

KeeKee nuzzled her cheek, her tongue lapping at her face, making her laugh. “Alright, alright, and some candy for you.”

She glanced over her shoulder, back at Lucifer’s door.

The decision felt like leaving a piece of herself behind, no matter how sure she was that it was right. It was time to let each other go.

 

With KeeKee still comfortably wrapped around her shoulders, she turned away, walking down the hallway.

Toward a new chapter of her life.

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