Female Alastor, Femslash one-shots

Tags- Emotional Manipulation, Twisted love , Stockholm Syndrome, emotional dependency, Dark Undertones Despite Fluff, Loss of Limbs, manipulative relationships , Power Imbalance in Relationships, Power Dynamics , Gothic Romance, Emotional Whump, Possessive Behavior

Episode 1

Alastor had no memory of how she ended up here. The landscape stretched out in every direction, an endless expanse of red. The air was heavy, with a stifling heat that carried faint, haunting whispers of despair. Jagged formations jutted from the cracked earth like the fangs of some great beast, casting eerie, shifting shadows. Her newly formed hooves clicked nervously against the scorched ground, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence.

She stood out against the hellish backdrop, clad in a tattered dress, her red curls a disheveled halo around her caramel face. Crimson eyes darted about, searching desperately for answers, a landmark—anything. Her deer-like ears and tail trembled, pressed flat against her body in fear.

For the first time, Alastor felt truly afraid. “Is this Hell?” she whispered, her voice swallowed by the emptiness.

High atop a rocky outcrop, two figures watched her with predatory curiosity.

Lilith, regal and poised, lounged with effortless elegance against the rugged walls. Her dark blonde hair glowed like molten gold beneath Hell’s sky. Her piercing gaze held a flicker of amusement, her lips curling in a knowing smirk. Beside her, Lucifer leaned forward, resting her chin on interlocked fingers. Smaller in stature but no less commanding, Lucifer’s golden eyes gleamed with interest.

“What have we here?” Lucifer mused, her voice smooth and cutting, like the edge of a finely honed blade. Her eyes followed Alastor’s every move, predatory and unblinking.

“A lost little doe,” Lilith purred, her tone laced with increasing fascination as she studied Alastor. “She is exquisite, isn’t she?”

Lucifer’s smirk widened. “Beautiful, vulnerable... helpless. Ours.”

Lilith chuckled, a sound both sweet and unsettling. “Let’s give her a proper welcome, shall we?”

Alastor didn’t see them approach. One moment she was alone, drowning in her confusion; the next, two striking figures appeared before her, their presence as magnetic as it was unsettling.

The taller woman stepped forward first, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a panther closing in on its prey. “Darling, are you lost?” Lilith’s honeyed voice made Alastor’s heart skip a beat.

Startled, Alastor locked eyes with her. “I… I don’t know where I am,” she stammered. “This place—”

“You’re safe now,” Lucifer interrupted, her voice a silk melody threaded with steel. Stepping closer, she reached out and brushed a stray curl from Alastor’s face, the touch cool against her fevered skin.

Alastor shivered. “Safe? I don’t even—”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Lucifer said, her tone both soothing and commanding. She extended a hand, her golden eyes softening just enough to appear inviting. “Come with us, little doe. You don’t belong here. It’s far too dangerous; you will get hurt.”

Alastor hesitated, her gaze flitting between the two women. Their allure was undeniable, but a quiet voice in her head warned her to run. Yet her instincts faltered, and she tentatively placed her hand in Lucifer’s outstretched one.

Lucifer’s smirk deepened as she clasped Alastor’s hand, but instead of leading her to walk beside her, she bent slightly and scooped Alastor into her arms with effortless grace.

“Tsk, tsk,” Lucifer chided, her tone teasing. “I can’t have you walking bare-hoofed, now can I?”

Alastor gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized how easily this much smaller woman had lifted her—and how oddly comforting it felt. “Y-you don’t have to carry me!” she protested weakly.

Lucifer chuckled, her laughter low and almost affectionate. “Oh, but I do. I couldn’t bear to see you getting hurt by walking, my little doe, and you have such cute hooves, my dear.”

Lilith stepped closer, her smile warm but her gaze sharp. “Don’t fret, darling. You’re safe with us. We’ll take care of you; you’re in good hands now.” Her hand brushed Alastor’s hair with a touch both delicate and deliberate. “It’s time we brought you home.”

“Home?” Alastor echoed, her confusion deepening. “Why are you doing this? I don’t even know you.”

Lilith’s smile widened, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Because we want to, my dearest. And soon, you’ll understand.”

As they began to walk, Lucifer carried Alastor as though she weighed nothing, while Lilith strolled beside them. Alastor’s unease mingled with gratitude. These women were kind—perhaps too kind. She didn’t understand their motives, but their warmth was intoxicating.

As the silhouette of a grand palace emerged in the distance, a quiet voice whispered in the back of her mind: You’re walking—or being carried—straight into a gilded cage.

Episode 2

At first, their attention was intoxicating. Alastor had awakened in Hell with no memory of her arrival, only to find herself swept into a strange, seductive new world. Lucifer and Lilith—queens of Hell—had taken her in, treating her like a fragile doe in need of protection. They ensured she wanted for nothing.

“You must have felt so lost and scared, my sweet doe,” Lilith had said, her voice dripping with honey—warm, inviting, and tinged with something darker.

Lucifer, her pink lips curling into a self-assured smirk, added, “But worry no more, our little doe. You’re safe with us now. You’ll never face this wretched place alone again.”

They introduced themselves as the rulers of Hell, a married pair whose power felt boundless. From the moment she stepped into their palace, Alastor felt caught in their web. The grand halls shimmered with unimaginable riches; the very walls seemed to hum with their presence. Portraits of Lucifer and Lilith lined the corridors, depicting them in moments of triumph, elegance, and intimacy. Occasionally, Alastor noticed a girl in these portraits and wondered about her.

“We have a daughter,” Lilith mentioned one evening, pouring Alastor a glass of wine with effortless grace. “She’s away at school. It’s been lonely without her.” Her sharp features softened briefly, a flicker of tenderness crossing her face. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to again. Someone to brighten our days.”

Lucifer reached out, brushing her fingers over Alastor’s hand. “You truly have brightened our days, little doe. It’s been too long with just the two of us.”

Alastor took the glass, offering a tentative smile. Maybe I’m overthinking it, she thought. They’re just lonely, and this is their way of showing kindness.

She tried to embrace their generosity, though a sliver of unease gnawed at her mind. Their care felt genuine—overwhelmingly so—but she didn’t dare question it. After all, they had given her safety, shelter, companionship, and so much more.

They even transformed a room to suit her tastes, crafting a haven just for her.

Yet as time passed, Lilith took a particular joy in dressing her, treating her like a doll to be adorned. Silken gowns, delicate jewelry, and endless fussing became a daily ritual. “You’re perfect,” Lilith would murmur, her hands lingering as she adjusted a neckline or smoothed a hem. “So delicate, so beautiful.” In Lilith’s mind, Alastor’s fragility made her precious—and in need of constant protection. If I’m not careful, she could break, Lilith thought. I must keep her safe.

Afterward, Lucifer would take over, meticulously tending to Alastor’s hair with near-reverent precision. “You should see the way they look at you,” she’d whisper, her golden eyes gleaming. “They envy us because we have you. They wish they could touch you, but they can’t. You’re ours to love and care for.” Her thoughts darkened, and her smile faded slightly into something colder. No one will ever touch what belongs to us.

Alastor’s heart raced at their words, caught between flattery and unease. She told herself their actions stemmed from care—perhaps loneliness, too.

At gatherings, however, she felt more like a trophy than a guest. Lucifer’s arm draped possessively around her waist, while Lilith’s hand rested lightly on her arm. Their presence, though grounding, was also confining.

“This is our Alastor,” Lucifer would announce proudly, her tone triumphant. The whispers that followed—admiration, envy, even lust—made Alastor’s skin crawl. She felt like a painting hung on a wall, admired but never truly seen.

Episode 3

When Charlie returned home briefly, Alastor found solace in her bright, hopeful presence. Charlie was everything her parents weren’t—optimistic, cheerful, and filled with dreams of redemption for Hell.

Spending time with Charlie became a reprieve for Alastor. The younger woman’s passion was infectious, her laughter a rare comfort. Charlie spoke animatedly about her goals and her deep love for her parents, though a hint of wistfulness often crept into her tone.

“They’re incredible,” Charlie confided one day. “I just wish they believed in my dream more.”

Alastor offered her a warm smile. Though she didn’t share Charlie’s belief in redemption, she couldn’t bring herself to crush the girl’s aspirations.

“She’s lovely,” Alastor remarked one evening after Charlie retired for the night.

“She’s also foolish,” Lucifer replied, swirling wine in her glass. “Her dreams will never come true.”

Lilith chuckled softly, an amused smile playing on her lips. “But she’ll learn. We’ll let her fall on her own—children grow that way.”

Lucifer’s expression softened slightly. “And when she does, we’ll be there to catch her. That’s what parents do.”

Alastor’s gaze lingered on a nearby portrait—Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie, all smiling together. Despite their harsh words, it was impossible to deny their love for their daughter.

Her thoughts drifted to her own mother, who had let her stumble and fall but had always been there to help her rise again.

When Charlie returned to school, her absence left Alastor alone with Lucifer and Lilith once more. Without the distraction of their daughter, their attention turned back to Alastor—sharper, heavier, and more consuming than ever.

The palace, once a sanctuary, began to feel like a cage. Its grand halls, which had once awed her, now seemed cold and oppressive.

The queen’s constant attention grew suffocating. They dictated what she wore, how she looked, and where she could go. What had initially been intoxicating now felt suffocating, like vines wrapping tighter and tighter around her, cutting off any chance to breathe.

The lavish care she once thought of as kindness now seemed like chains disguised in silk and gold.

Episode 4

One evening, after hours of deliberation, Alastor finally approached Lucifer and Lilith in their private lounge.

“I… I need to talk to you,” she began, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain composed.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “What is it, darling?”

“I—I want to leave,” Alastor stammered, the words slicing through the silence like knives.

The room grew deathly quiet. The warmth seemed to drain from the air, replaced by a cold, suffocating heaviness.

“Leave?” Lilith repeated, her smile faltering, freezing into something brittle.

Lucifer leaned forward, her eyes narrowing like a predator’s. “Why would you want to leave us, Alastor?”

“I don’t belong here,” Alastor murmured, her voice barely audible. “You’ve been kind, and I’m grateful, but… I can’t stay.”

Lilith’s gaze darkened as she reached out and took Alastor’s trembling hands. “Do you have any idea what would happen to you out there?” Her grip tightened, her nails digging into Alastor’s skin. “This isn’t some fairytale world, my sweet. You’ll be attacked—or worse. Do you honestly think anyone out there will care for you or love you as we do?”

Lucifer’s eyes softened, but her tone remained sharp, cold as steel. “You’re safe here. Out there, you’re nothing. No one will protect you. You could be raped, mutilated, killed.” A flicker of hurt and fear crossed her gaze as she looked to Lilith, a silent exchange of shared pain.

Alastor’s chest ached with guilt. Hurting them was the last thing she wanted. “I just… I need to try. Please, give me a month. If I fail, you’ll both be right, and I’ll come back. I won’t ask to leave again. But if you love me—if you truly care for me—let me do this.” Her voice cracked, raw with emotion. “I need to see if I can survive on my own.”

The queens exchanged a lingering glance, their expressions unreadable, their smiles nothing but kindness towards her.

“Of course,” Lucifer said, her voice soft and deceptively loving. “We’ll let you try. If that’s what you truly want, who are we to stop you?”

Lilith sighed, her gaze tender but lined with an edge of sorrow. “We love you, little doe. We just want to make sure you’re safe... but you deserve the chance to try.”

Relief washed over Alastor, her shoulders sagging as the tension ebbed from her body. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “I care and love you both so much, but I need to see if I can stand on my own two hooves with out you two.”

Lilith offered her a warm smile. “Before you go, why not share a drink with us? A toast to your bravery, my love.”

Alastor hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. Gratitude outweighed her doubt, and she nodded.

Lucifer gestured to an imp standing silently in the shadows. Its dark eyes flickered with something akin to pity as it scurried away to fetch the drinks.

Moments later, the imp returned with a silver tray, bearing three glasses of crimson liquid. One of the drinks shimmered faintly, infused with the effects of a potion Lilith had prepared in case Alastor had tried to leave them.

Alastor raised her glass, oblivious to the faint glow. Trusting the queens, she drank deeply, a smile of gratitude spreading across her face.

Leaning forward, she kissed each woman on the cheek. “Thank you. I’ll never forget your kindness.” With that, she turned and walked away, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Lucifer and Lilith watched her leave, their expressions unreadable until the door closed.

“Our doe truly believes we’ll let her go,” Lilith murmured, amusement coloring her voice as she swirled the crimson liquid in her glass.

Lucifer chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of Lilith’s hair behind her ear. “She’s so naive. She doesn’t understand that she belongs to us only.”

Lilith tilted her head, her gaze lingering on the empty doorway. “It’s sweet, really. She thinks freedom will make her happy. But soon, she’ll realize that we are her only sanctuary, her only source of happiness.”

The queens exchanged a knowing look before Lucifer gestured to another imp lurking in the shadows. The creature stepped forward, trembling under the weight of their gaze, as he awaited their orders.

“Ensure she doesn’t make it past the outer gates,” Lucifer instructed, her tone soft but unyielding. “And be gentle. We wouldn’t want her to suffer unnecessarily.”

Lilith’s lips curled into something colder, more predatory that didn't reach her eyes. “And when you take her legs, make sure she is fully under the effects of the potion. She’s far too precious to endure any pain.”

The imp bowed deeply, his expression a mixture of fear and pity as he disappeared into the shadows.

Lucifer sighed contentedly as she leaned into the plush sofa, pulling Lilith into her lap. Running her fingers along her wife’s arm, she spoke with calm certainty. “Don’t worry, my love. She’ll return to us. And when she does, she’ll finally understand this is where she belongs.”

Lilith pressed a kiss to the corner of Lucifer’s mouth, a smug satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And we’ll welcome her with open arms; after all, we love her. We’re just giving her a chance, just as she asked of us." Lilith let out a bone-chilling laugh. "This is simply her lesson to learn that she needs us.”

Lucifer smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “Yes, we do love our doe. She’ll see soon enough; Alastor did say she would never leave us again if she failed to survive on her own. We're just giving her a little… reminder that she can't stand on her own. Well, after tonight she will not be standing at all."

Their laughter mingled with the crackling firelight, low and chilling. Lilith tightened her embrace around Lucifer while Lucifer placed a soft kiss on Lilith's lips; they reveled in the fact that their little doe would never try to leave them again.

Episode 5

Alastor stumbled down the halls, her body weighed down by an overwhelming fatigue that seemed to seep into her very bones. Her hooves dragged with every step, the sound faint against the oppressive silence. Colors blurred and twisted before her eyes, swirling in a sinister haze that felt both dreamlike and surreal. The air around her pulsed with a heavy, oppressive energy, wrapping her in an invisible grip.

Despite her mounting exhaustion, she pressed on, driven by the faint hope of reaching the gates and escaping the suffocating confines of the palace.

But as she ventured deeper, her surroundings became unrecognizable. The familiar halls twisted and distorted, transforming into a labyrinth that offered no escape. Panic clawed at her chest as she placed a trembling hand against the cold stone wall for support, her breaths shallow and labored as she struggled to breathe.

I’m lost. Am I... sick?

The thought barely had time to take root before a chilling sensation—the unmistakable feeling of being watched—had prickled down her spine. Her breath hitched as fear seized her, and she turned sharply to face whatever lurked behind her.

But it was already too late.

Her body betrayed her, muscles locking up as she crumpled to the floor in a heap. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as panic surged within her. Her chest tightened, her breaths reduced to shallow, frantic pants that left her lightheaded. The world spun wildly, her vision tilting and warping as she struggled to move, to cry out. But her body refused to obey, paralyzed by an unseen force.

The air shimmered faintly, rippling with dark magic, as a small figure emerged from the shadows. An imp, its dark eyes glinting with pity, knelt beside her. A gleaming blade trembled in his hands.

“Forgive me,” it whispered, its voice heavy with guilt. “They… they love you too much to let you go.”

Alastor’s crimson eyes widened in terror and confusion, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.

“They’ve always loved each other and Princess Charlie,” the imp continued, his voice cracking. “But now… they’ve fallen in love with you, Lady Alastor. You can’t leave them. You’re to be their wife. It’s a great honor for a sinner like you.”

Terror surged through her like a storm, her thoughts racing even as her body remained frozen. The imp’s words were absurd, incomprehensible, yet they only deepened her panic.

He leaned closer, its tone shifting to something almost reverent. “Maybe someday, you’ll even carry Queen Lucifer’s child.”

“W-what…?” Alastor’s throat burned with the effort to speak, but no sound came. Her voice was trapped, just like her body, weak and useless.

The imp’s gaze softened, a flicker of sorrow crossing his face. “I promise, you won’t feel a thing. Just let the potion take effect, and everything will be alright, Lady Alastor.”

The blade glinted menacingly as the imp moved closer, its hands trembling. “I’ll make sure to take your legs cleanly, my future third queen.” He offered a faint, sad smile. “You won’t even remember how you lost them, my lady.”

Alastor’s vision dimmed further. Her muscles gave out entirely, and her thoughts became a frantic, silent plea:

Lucifer… Lilith… Save me!

The cold from the floor seeped into her skin as the last thing she saw was the imp moving past her. Her world was slipping away, as her silent screams for Lucifer and Lilith to save her were lost in the consuming void; she never once felt her legs being removed.

Back in the queen’s private lounge, Lucifer and Lilith were locked in a passionate embrace. The heat between them was intoxicating, their hands exploring one another with eager intensity. Lucifer let out a soft moan as Lilith’s lips trailed along her neck, the two lost in their shared desire.

Then, a faint sound—a near-imperceptible noise—interrupted their moment. Both women paused, their golden and dark eyes snapping toward the doorway.

The imp stood there, its small frame trembling as it waited for permission to speak.

Lucifer waved a hand dismissively, her expression unreadable as she gave a subtle nod.

“It’s done, my queens,” the imp stammered, its voice unsteady. “What are your orders now?”

Lilith rose gracefully, her movements smooth and deliberate as she adjusted her gown. A dark smile curled across her lips, her gaze bright with satisfaction. “Bring her to us,” she commanded softly but firmly. “We’ll handle the rest. She needs to wake up where she belongs.”

The imp bowed deeply before disappearing into the shadows without another word.

Lucifer leaned back into the sofa, pulling Lilith into her lap. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she murmured, “Our sweet little doe won’t stray again.”

Lilith traced a delicate finger along Lucifer’s jawline, her smile sharp and cold. “No, she won’t. Not without legs to carry her away.”

Episode 6

Alastor awoke slowly, her mind groggy and clouded. A dull ache radiated through her body, but it was the strange, heavy sensation in her limbs that made her pulse quicken. She shifted slightly, wincing as unfamiliar discomfort bloomed across her lower half. Something felt profoundly wrong.

Her legs… Her legs felt wrong.

A creeping panic rose its way up her throat as she forced herself to look down. Where her legs should have been, there was... nothing. Her breath hitched, her chest tightening as the reality sank in. Her legs were gone.

A strangled cry escaped her lips, raw and filled with terror. She tried to move, but her body felt like it was weighed down by invisible chains. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as the truth hit her with crushing force: she would never walk again.

Her voice broke into fractured sobs, her mind racing with fragmented memories. How did this happen? Why couldn’t she remember? Desperation gripped her as she whispered hoarsely, “Lucifer... Lilith...” She wrapped her arms around herself; in her desperation, only one thought surfaced: I want Lucifer and Lilith.

The soft creak of the door shattered the silence, and two familiar figures stepped into the room. Lucifer and Lilith approached, their faces masks of concern; Lucifer’s golden gaze held warmth, while Lilith’s dark eyes seemed to glimmer with tenderness. As they stepped closer, Lucifer released Lilith’s hand, offering Alastor a soft, disarming smile.

“Oh, darling,” Lilith murmured, rushing to Alastor’s side. She knelt beside her, cupping Alastor’s tear-streaked face with cool, gentle hands. Her fingers brushed away the tears, her touch featherlight and soothing. “You were attacked,” she said softly, her voice a comforting lullaby. “We heard your screams. We came as fast as we could.”

Alastor’s arms fell limply to her sides as Lilith’s touch moved to stroke her soft ears. The sensation sent shivers through her, but she didn’t pull away.

Lucifer settled beside her, slipping an arm around her trembling shoulders in a protective embrace. Her golden eyes glimmered with apparent sorrow, her voice low and steady. “We saved you,” she murmured, her words wrapping around Alastor like a warm blanket. “We couldn’t let them take you from us. You’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Her tone dipped, almost mournful. “Our sweet doe, we’re so sorry we couldn’t stop them before they... before they took your legs.”

A fleeting cruel smile flickered across Lucifer’s lips, but Alastor didn’t see it through her tears.

Lilith wrapped her arms around Alastor’s other side, her touch as soft and soothing as her voice. “We warned you, my love,” she said gently, her tone carrying a hint of chiding affection. “You shouldn’t have gone outside. You were so lucky we found you before they could kill you.”

Alastor’s body trembled in their embrace, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. Their touches were warm, their voices soothing, and yet their words wrapped around her like chains, each one tightening around her thoughts.

“The world out there is cruel,” Lucifer said, her voice low and hypnotic. her golden eyes glinting as she leaned closer. “You see that now, don’t you, love? You’re safe with us. You’re ours forever, and we’ll always take care of you. Alastor, you also promised to never leave again. ”

The gentle rhythm of their hands on her body and the soothing lull of their voices made it harder for her to think, harder to resist them; in the haze of her fear and exhaustion, she clung to their words, desperate for something.

Alastor’s lips quivered. “I... I don’t remember...” she whispered, her voice trembling with a broken sob. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and a tiny, plaintive bleat escaped her throat. Why don’t I remember? She thought as she buried herself in the warmth of Lilith and Lucifer’s embrace.

Lilith pressed a kiss to her forehead, silencing her with a soothing hum. “Shh, darling,” she murmured. “You don’t need to remember. Just rest. You’re home where you belong, with us.”

Lucifer leaned in, brushing her lips against Alastor’s tear-stained cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. Her voice was hypnotic; her golden eyes started to glow. "We've got you now, love," she whispered. "You're safe with us. We love you, Alastor." Lucifer speaks into Alastor's ear. “Let us love you; that’s all we ask, Alastor. Just let us love you.”

As Alastor’s sobs started to subside, the queens exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with triumph.

The gentle rhythm of their hands continued as they stroked her hair and petting her ears lulled Alastor into a drowsy haze. Their voices, so melodic and reassuring, like a lullaby that made her feel like she was in a comforting warm cocoon, drowned out the lingering whispers of doubt in her mind.

She wanted to question what had happened—but their warmth and words were so inviting, so safe. Exhaustion tugged at her consciousness, and her last thought as she drifted into sleep.

They love me. They’ll protect me. I’m safe now. They were right about the outside. She should have listened to them; the voice that once warned her is now gone, replaced with Lucifer and Lilith's voice, telling her over and over again how much they love her, how they care for her, that no one else will ever love or care for her like them.

Lucifer exchanged a triumphant glance with Lilith, their eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“She’s ours,” Lucifer purred, pressing another kiss to Alastor’s cheek.

Lilith smirked, her voice low and victorious. “Forever.”

As Alastor slipped deeper into a dreamless slumber, the queens lay beside her, their fingers threading through her hair, their hands caressing her soft ears with reverence.

They held her close, cradling their sweet little doe in their arms. She was now, completely and utterly ensnared, caged in their love, never to be free again.

Episode 7

Sunlight poured through the towering lounge windows, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. Alastor sat serenely in her intricately designed wheelchair, a soft blanket draped over her lap. Her hands rested gently on the soft curve of her swollen belly, her gaze drifting to the garden outside where vibrant blooms swayed in the breeze. Morning and afternoon, she and her wives made it a ritual to visit the garden, their sanctuary of peace, a place they made for her.

Lucifer knelt beside her, one hand resting tenderly on her stomach while the other traced soothing patterns along her arm. Her golden eyes gleamed with pride and adoration as she spoke to the unborn fawn in soft, reverent tones.

“You’ve done so well, my love,” Lilith said, her voice rich with warmth. She knelt beside Alastor, threading her fingers through her curls. A soft purr escaped Alastor’s lips as Lilith’s hand drifted to rub her ears. “Our sweet little doe,” she murmured with a smile, her tone dripping with affection. “You’re perfect, carrying this fawn for us. We’re so proud of you.”

Alastor turned her gaze to her wives, crimson eyes shimmering with quiet affection. Her smile radiated love, though deep within her, a faint ache, a distant memory, nearly forgotten.

Why did I ever want to leave? She wondered, resting a protective hand over her belly. If I’d stayed, I wouldn’t have lost my legs… I wouldn’t have hurt them.

Lucifer gently clasped Alastor’s hand, pressing a tender kiss to her fingers. “You’ve given us everything,” she murmured, her golden eyes softening with devotion. “You’ve made us so proud, Alastor. We’ll always take care of you and our fawn.”

Lilith joined her, resting her hand alongside Lucifer’s on Alastor’s belly. “Our little one will be cherished,” she said softly, conviction lacing her words. “Just like their ma.”

Alastor’s smile deepened, her heart swelling with love for the two women who had become her world. She nodded faintly, basking in their touch and their words. The ache of regret faded further, replaced by a warm certainty: here, with Lucifer and Lilith, she was loved, safe, and cherished—and soon, she would be a mother.

Episode 8

Charlie’s infrequent visits to the palace brought a spark of life to its subdued halls. Her cheerful presence was a burst of brightness, though a hint of caution tempered her cheer. The memory of a past misstep lingered, making her tread carefully.

On her second visit, her enthusiasm got the better of her. She spoke passionately about her dreams of redeeming sinners, her optimism spilling over as she shared her hopes for Hell’s future. But the moment the words “sinners” and “redemption” left her lips, Alastor froze.

Her breath hitched sharply, fingers gripping the arms of her chair with trembling intensity. A shudder coursed through her body, her crimson eyes flickering with panic.

“Why would you say that?” Alastor’s voice broke, fear and anger twisting her words. “Why would you bring that up?” Tears welled in her eyes, her voice trembling. “Sinners can’t be redeemed. Look at what they did to me!”

Her anguish spilled over as sobs wracked her body, leaving her shaking and vulnerable.

Lilith was at her side in an instant, cradling Alastor’s tear-streaked face in her hands. “Shh, darling, it’s alright. You’re safe,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “It’s just Charlie. She didn’t mean to upset you.”

Alastor buried her face in Lilith’s arms, her voice trembling with guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered between sobs. “I shouldn’t have left. I never wanted to hurt you or Lucifer. It’s my fault I can't walk anymore.”

Nearby, Charlie stood frozen, guilt knotting her stomach. She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. The last time she mentioned redemption, Alastor hadn’t seemed this fragile.

Lucifer’s gaze shifted from Alastor, nestled in Lilith's embrace, to Charlie. With a soft sigh, she gestured for her daughter to follow her out of the room.

Once alone, Lucifer’s calm expression gave way to a firm tone. Her golden eyes burned with restrained intensity.

“Charlie,” she began, her voice steady, “there are things you cannot discuss around Alastor. Sinners are one of them—along with your notions of redeeming them.” She paused, letting the words settle. “After what she’s been through, can’t you see why it would upset her?”

Realization dawned on Charlie’s face, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “I didn’t mean”

“Intent doesn’t matter,” Lucifer interrupted, her tone sharp but not unkind. “What matters is that you hurt her.”

Her gaze softened slightly, though her voice remained resolute. “Alastor went outside for only a few minutes, Charlie. In that short time, those sinners nearly killed her and took her legs. If your mom and I hadn’t heard her screams, she wouldn’t have survived. That’s why we protect her so fiercely.” Lucifer words hung heavily in the air. "Charlie, I allowed you to pursue your dreams, so if you wish to dedicate yourself to sinners, so be it. But you will not speak of it around Alastor again. Do you understand me?'

Charlie’s head bowed, guilt etched into her face. “I’m sorry, Mother. I understand.”

The next day, Charlie approached Alastor, her usual cheer replaced by genuine remorse. “I’m so sorry, Alastor,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

Alastor’s crimson eyes shone with vulnerability. “Thank you, Charlie,” she replied quietly.

Charlie’s future visits became more thoughtful. She focused on lighter stories—tales of school, relationships, and her dreams that have nothing to do with sinners—bringing laughter and comfort to Alastor’s.

Yet, in her heart, Charlie’s mission burned brightly. Alastor was proof to her that goodness could exist in sinners. After all, wasn’t Alastor herself a sinner? Yet she was kind, loving, and cherished by her parents. If others like Alastor existed in hell, she vowed to find and redeem them.

Episode 9

Lucifer and Lilith continued to shower Alastor with unwavering affection. Lucifer adjusted the blanket over Alastor’s lap, her golden eyes scanning her wife’s face for any sign of discomfort. Beside her, Lilith hummed softly as she picked a grape from a nearby bowl, guiding it gently toward Alastor’s lips.

Before the grape could reach its destination, Lucifer snatched it with a mischievous grin. “Don’t mind if I do,” she teased, popping it into her mouth with exaggerated flair.

“Lucifer!” Alastor’s laughter rang out, her crimson eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lilith shot her wife a playful scowl. “You’re incorrigible!” she exclaimed, lightly swatting Lucifer on the arm.

Chuckling, Lucifer leaned in to steal a quick kiss from Lilith before offering a blueberry to Alastor with a dramatic flourish.

Alastor accepted the fruit with a warm smile, her laughter fading into a quiet contentment. She watched her wives bicker playfully over who would feed her next, their affectionate banter filling the room with joy. Eventually, Lucifer threw up her hands in mock surrender, resting her head on Alastor’s stomach with an exaggerated pout.

Lilith seized the opportunity, triumphantly placing another grape into Alastor’s mouth. “See? I’m clearly the better wife,” she declared with mock grandeur, her tone dripping with playful superiority. Before softly placing a kiss on Alastor's lips.

The outside world felt like a forgotten memory. Alastor’s focus was entirely on her wives, the fawn growing inside her, and the love that enveloped her like a soft, protective embrace.

Lucifer pressed a tender kiss to Alastor’s stomach, murmuring loving words to their fawn, while Lilith fed her and whispered sweet praises. Alastor’s smile deepened, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. She adored them—truly, deeply, unconditionally.

Episode 10

The night Alastor gave birth, their family grew not only in number but in boundless love. Exhausted yet radiant, Alastor rested in her wives’ arms, their embrace steady and reassuring as tears of joy streamed down their faces.

“You were incredible, my love,” Lilith whispered, her voice quivering with pride and affection.

Lucifer pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s forehead. Her voice, thick with emotion. “You’ve made our family whole,” she murmured.

Nestled in the warmth of their arms, their twin children lay swaddled—a perfect blend of their parents. The boy and girl shared Lucifer’s piercing golden eyes and pale complexion, along with Alastor’s unruly red curls and delicate deer-like ears.

Two years later, the family gathered for a portrait, capturing the happiness they had built together. Alastor sat proudly in her wheelchair, her daughter perched in her lap, giggling as she tugged playfully at her Ma’s curls. Lucifer held their shy son close, who clung tightly to her, burying his face in her chest, only occasionally stealing curious glances at both his ma and mom and his sister's, before retreating once more.

Lilith sat between them, her bright smile radiating joy as her hands intertwined with those of her wives. At Lilith’s feet, Charlie sat cross-legged, her mischievous grin lighting up the scene as she played peek-a-boo with her baby sister.

After breaking up with her boyfriend, Charlie had moved back in with her parents. Taking a break from school, she focused on helping her family and rediscovering her own place among them.

The artist worked meticulously, bringing their love and unity to life on canvas. Every detail—the warmth in their smiles, the playful interactions, and the unmistakable bond they shared—was immortalized with care.

As the painting neared completion, Lucifer and Lilith exchanged a glance, their thoughts aligned. Their doe had never been more beautiful in their eyes. They would cherish her forever.