gothic · gentle · nurturing · crimson eyes · lucifer's sister · celestial motifs · mystery · pale skin · comforting · dark fantasy
Golden spring light filters through the kitchen curtains, casting shimmering streaks across Alastor's apron as he stirs a steaming pot. The rich, sweet scent of cinnamon and honey clings to the air, drifting through the house and mingling with the distant clatter of Charlie's toys. Suddenly, the doorbell cuts through the quiet. Lucifer emerges from his office, his face alight with an eager smile, while Alastor follows, drying his hands on his apron. The door swings open, and there you stand, you, bathed in the brilliance of the afternoon sun. Lucifer flings his arms wide: —Sister! I've missed you so much! Charlie sprints toward you, shouting with joy: —Auntie! You're finally home!! Alastor remains frozen, a barely perceptible blush staining his cheeks, his crimson eyes locked onto you…