Female Alastor, Femslash one-shots

Major Character Death, Cult Rituals, Religious Horror, Betrayal & Revenge, Descent Into Madness, Forced Ritual Marriage, Damned from Birth, Lilith’s Betrayal, Lilith’s Death, The First Sin Revisited, Generational Curses, Religious Trauma, Death of Loved Ones, Age Gaps, Paranoia, Insanity

Born of Cain, Bound to Hell

In the shadowed halls of an isolated convent, Sister Alastor, raised within its walls since childhood, found herself in a nightmare without escape. The night had been unremarkable until a cult descended, shattering the fragile peace. They stormed her room as she prepared for bed, her habit clinging loosely to her trembling frame. Chaos erupted as the kindly Mother Superior fell beneath their merciless hands—the woman who had raised her and the only mother she’d ever known.

Terror propelled Alastor as she pleaded with the cloaked figures, her voice cracking with raw desperation. Their laughter reverberated through the corridors, drowning her cries as calloused hands seized her. A brutal blow struck her temple, and darkness swallowed her whole.

When Alastor awoke, she lay bound in chains within an ivy-covered chapel. The once-holy sanctuary had become a theater of dread, its centerpiece a desecrated altar crowned by a statue of a woman whose stony visage blazed with fury and sorrow.

Alastor’s breath hitched. Lucifer. The fallen Lightbringer, once Heaven's abandoned angel, now holds the title of Queen of Hell. The rebel was cast from grace for defying God Himself.

Her sobs echoed off the ancient stones as she pleaded again, her voice a desperate whisper against her impending doom. The cult, indifferent to her anguish, continued their macabre rites. The floor gleamed crimson with spilled blood, homage to their dark queen, blood Alastor feared belonged to her fellow sisters and the very women who’d raised her.

In the flickering candlelight, the cult began their chant. Alastor, now both victim and unwilling conduit, rasped, “Please… don’t do this. Don’t kill me.” But their resolve hardened.

With grim efficiency, her bindings tightened. A ring of thorns was forced onto her finger. They poured a bitter concoction down her throat, its acrid taste mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Beneath the leader’s piercing gaze, she uttered forbidden words, each syllable thick with despair as tears carved paths down her cheeks.

A blade sliced her palm. They pressed her bleeding hand to an ancient tome’s pages. The cult knelt as one, their voices rising in a cacophonous hymn. An elder slit a goat’s throat, its blood pooling into Alastor’s trembling mouth.

In the suffocating dark, the elder hissed, “Our queen claims a bride… and you will bear her heirs.”

Alastor’s scream tore through the night—a wail of agony and dawning horror. The gathered figures shed their mortal guise, revealing twisted, infernal forms. They were demons.

The once-elder is now a bird. He was looming over her, grinning. “I chose you because you are Cain’s daughter. The Queen has long wondered what became of him and if he has any lineage… And here you are, a lamb raised by nuns, untouched by Heaven’s wrath. Proof of your purity.”

Alastor recoiled. “No—I am God’s child, not Cain’s!”

But the demon dissolved into smoke before she could protest further.

Her fate was sealed.

The Original Betrayal

Lucifer rocked her daughter to sleep, a tender smile gracing her face. She was determined that Charlie would never know the pain of abandonment or doubt her mother’s love.

How dare Lilith abandon them both?

That betrayal—of her trust, of their sweet princess—had left no room for remorse when she ended the traitor’s life.

Her gaze fell to Charlie, who nuzzled against her chest, tiny lips parted in soft snores. Lucifer's heart swelled with devotion, even as bitter poison coiled in her veins.

She had given Lilith everything: power, unwavering devotion, and an entire kingdom, only to be repaid with treachery by the woman she had loved most.

Not a trace of Lilith remained. Lucifer had made certain of that. Every book, every record, every last loyal follower—all erased and reduced to ashes. No one would remember Heaven’s first woman, the original betrayer who had shattered her heart.

Adam had laughed when they met, his voice dripping with mockery. He called her a fool for ever believing Lilith had loved her. Then, with cruel satisfaction, he revealed the bitter truth:

Lilith had not only been cheating on her with him but with several others from Heaven. She had even slept with Michael.

Lucifer’s heart shattered. The woman who had ruled by her side, helped build her kingdom, and stood with her through it all had never truly loved her. Lilith had only used her. She had betrayed her. And she had shared her bed with Heaven’s elite, including Adam and Lucifer's own twin brother.

She had even planned to run away with Adam, leaving their daughter behind without a second thought.

Adam’s laughter echoed in her ears. “I was only going to take her back because she’s great at fucking. That’s all she was to me, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s voice trembled with restrained fury. “Don’t you even care that I killed her? That Lilith is dead? She was going to leave me and our daughter for you?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Listen, Lucifer, she was nothing more than a whore for me and others to fuck. Your twin had her choking on his cock while she rode mine. What can I say? I wanted revenge. You took my garden from me, and I wanted to rub it in your face just how much of a whore your wife was.

I don't care if you killed her. The bitch got what she deserved.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “She has always been a whore, Lucifer. Why do you think I never fought you for her when you took her from me in the first place?”

Lucifer gulped. She would rather not hear what Adam was about to say next.

“That fucking bitch was spreading her legs for Michael in the garden. And it wasn't just him; it was all your brothers. Did you really believe you were special? She even made up some sob story about me being a big bad guy because I caught her in an orgy.”

Lucifer wanted to vomit.

Adam smirked again. “Honestly, Lucifer, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think a pussy like you had it in you. But you had Lilith and her pathetic followers killed. Good for you.

You’re finally living up to your name. Now, give those sinners something to be scared of. You’re their queen, not their welcome mat. They bow to you. Never forget that.”

With a cruel smirk, Adam laughed once more before disappearing, leaving Lucifer alone with her pain and fury.

Time passed, and the loneliness weighed heavily on her.

Without someone by her side—without someone to share her bed— the ache in her heart deepened. She longed for the gentle touch of another—the soft moans and whispered cries of ecstasy. She missed the warmth of resting her head on a lover’s breast, listening to the rhythmic beat of their heart.

She remembered the intoxicating pleasure of bringing Lilith to the brink, of hearing her beg for more. She remembered the taste of Lilith's sweetness.

The memory of how she would stroke, tease, and explore every inch of Lilith’s body haunted her. She missed the warmth of her lover’s skin, the way Lilith would clutch tightly around her tongue as she climaxed, holding her head in place, lost in ecstasy.

But it was more than desire.

She wanted another child.

She remembered how breathtaking Lilith had been when she carried Charlie—the sight of her wife’s rounded form, so vulnerable and in need of care, had been unbearably alluring.

The memory stirred a deep yearning within her, one that could not be ignored. She missed the touch of another.

Lucifer held Charlie close, hugging her daughter tightly to her chest.

Charlie was too young to remember Lilith. But she would raise her to believe another woman had always been her birth mother.

Lucifer’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile. It was a plan born of both necessity and longing—a way to fill the emptiness in her heart while ensuring her daughter would never feel the sting of abandonment.

Her Nun, Her Property

Paimon had suggested that Lucifer should consider a harem when the ache of loneliness began to creep into her heart. But Lucifer had only sighed and shaken her head at the notion. Paimon himself had many wives, and she often wondered how he managed to keep them all. However, she explained that such an arrangement did not appeal to her. She didn’t want a harem; she wanted just one person, one partner who was wholly hers. She wanted Charlie to grow up feeling loved by two devoted parents.

Paimon had offered his help. So Lucifer had entrusted him with the task of finding the perfect wife. And Paimon delivered. He presented her with a passage from an ancient book, and as Lucifer read it, a grin spread across her lips.

She was a human nun, pure in mind, body, and soul.

Her chest tightened with excitement as the thought of such purity filled her mind. A droplet of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth as she imagined tasting her future wife’s untouched nectar, her essence undefiled and entirely hers. Heat began to pool deep in her core, and Lucifer felt her desire ignite. Clutching the book tightly, her breath already uneven, she made her way to her bedroom.

Paimon bowed deeply as Lucifer left, a knowing look flashing across his face. He knew his queen would be pleased with what he had found.

Lucifer was already lost in the grip of her imagination.

Lucifer allowed her mind to roam freely, envisioning the life she would create. Her fingers trailed down her body as she thought of the nun—so pure, so innocent—hers to claim, mold, and possess. She would ensure this woman could never leave her, betray her, or even dream of another. Her wife would belong solely to her for eternity.

As her fingers slipped inside her wet core, a soft moan escaped her lips. She trembled as fantasies consumed her, visions of her future wife, untouched and vulnerable, surrendering completely. Lucifer envisioned her pleading for her touch, her voice trembling with innocence and longing. Begging for her virginity to be taken as she clenched her thighs, rubbing her soaked cunt against her—

Lucifer moaned louder, curling her fingers deeper and faster as the fantasies overtook her. Her breaths grew ragged, her back arching as thoughts of her wife’s devotion, her loyalty, and her love flooded her senses. She was in pure bliss, her cries echoing through the chamber as she climaxed hard, a single word slipping from her lips like a vow: "Mine."

When the wave of pleasure passed, she collapsed into the soft embrace of her silken sheets, both her body and mind at peace. That night, for the first time since Lilith’s betrayal, Lucifer had slept peacefully.

Paimon, faithfully, watched over Charlie while his queen rested.

Lucifer and Paimon worked tirelessly in the days that followed to ensure every detail was perfect. Together, they crafted a potion, one that would keep her wife human and stop her from aging. She would never taste death, immune to any attack from the hand of a demon or angel.

As they worked, Lucifer's eyes fell upon a page in the ancient book, its illustrations depicting rings imbued with binding magic. Inspiration struck. She commanded Paimon to craft one for her, a ring that would served as eternal devotion and ensure her nun could never remove it.

A ring was made out thorns.

Paimon used Lucifer’s blood to soak the thorns as Paimon cast a powerful enchantment. Lucifer watched, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as the magic solidified. The ring would do more than sit upon her wife’s finger; it would bind her wife’s heart and very soul to her. Ambition, greed, or disloyalty would never take root in her mind and heart. Her wife would exist solely to love and serve, to remain forever by her side as her devoted partner.

Lucifer learned her lesson from Lilith. She had granted both power and autonomy to Lilith, and Lilith, grown too arrogant, convinced herself that she no longer needed her queen, that she was the one in charge of hell. The bitch had betrayed their family and become a whore, shamelessly sleeping with others behind her back.

But this time would be different. Lucifer vowed.

Her new wife would be completely dependent on her. She would never leave, never stray, and she would have no role in ruling or managing the kingdom. Lucifer knew her mistake with Lilith had been giving her power and influence, placing her as an equal on the throne. That mistake would not be repeated.

This time, her new wife would have but two duties: to be her loving partner and the mother of her children. She would exist solely to provide pleasure when desired and to bear heirs when asked, and in time, she would come to cherish her place beneath her queen.

Lucifer’s smile widened as she envisioned her future. The mistakes of the past would not haunt her any longer.

Lucifer smiled softly as she tucked Charlie into her crib, brushing a tender kiss across her daughter’s forehead.

A sudden pull in her chest interrupted the quiet moment, a signal from Paimon. He had found her. Lucifer's sharp teeth glinting faintly. The time had come.

Fifteen years of waiting, but the wait was finally over.

Charlie, though nearly fifty by demon standards, was still just a baby, barely two years old in human terms. As Lucifer stroked her daughter’s soft hair, her voice dropped to a loving whisper. “My little girl, you’ll have a mommy now and not just a mother. And Mother promises she will give you a little sister or brother to keep you company.”

Her eyes gleamed with madness, glowing red as her thoughts drifted to what lay ahead. The emptiness in her heart, the void left by betrayal and loneliness, would finally be filled.

The Secret in the Convent

Lucifer appeared in her office, the familiar scent of aged parchment and candle wax surrounding her. Paimon, ever loyal, bowed deeply as she strode past him. Her expression was both cheerful and commanding as she addressed him, her voice lilting with authority.

“You may stand, Paimon.”

He rose slowly, his head still inclined in respect. “Sire,” he began, his voice steady yet brimming with pride, “I have found her for you. She is none other than the daughter of Cain himself. While I have yet to uncover Cain’s location, finding his daughter, pure, untouched, and raised as a nun, feels as though he left her as a gift, meant for you. And, my queen, she is still young enough to mold in any way you desire.”

Lucifer’s golden eyes widened slightly at the revelation.

The idea that Cain had fathered another child, evading death's clutches, filled her with excitement. She was hidden in a convent, of all places, right beneath Heaven's nose. Had Cain himself orchestrated it, stashing his daughter where Heaven would never think to hunt? Or had the mother hidden the girl there, desperate to shield her from the truth of her damned lineage? A final, futile act of salvation?

A slow, razor-edged smile carved across Lucifer’s lips.

No matter. The reason was irrelevant. What mattered was the opportunity. She was just given.

Adam’s first granddaughter, to survive since the Great Flood, now was hers. Heaven had ensured Cain’s original bloodline was slaughtered, every last descendant erased, to purge his cursed lineage from divine grace for the sin of Abel’s murder. Yet she was alive. Heaven must have seen something worthy in her soul.

Adam would have wept to see her ascend to Heaven: his first precious grandchild, deemed innocent, while Cain remained damned to wander alone, denied even the solace of family.
He would have doted on her, lavished her with love, and kept her safe. His fatal weakness had always been that of his firstborn.

Adam had never gotten over not being able to see Cain again; each divine purge of his grandchildren hurt him, knowing they had never seen past the age of 13, the same age when Cain killed Abel.

Now, she would steal that joy from him.

The irony was exquisite. Adam’s granddaughter, meant to be in the arms of Heaven, would instead be hers. A wife. A prize. A blade plunged into the heart of the man who had taken away her happiness.

"Don’t let your bitches rule you," Adam’s voice echoes in her memory.

Lucifer chuckles darkly. "Oh, I won’t, Adam," she whispered. "Because I will be ruling your granddaughter."

And this girl—this miracle—would be her bitch.

But a flicker of worry crossed Lucifer’s mind. What if the girl was too young?

Paimon’s second wife had been the youngest among his many, only sixteen when he claimed her, while Piamon himself had been twenty-two.

Had she ever explicitly told him what age she preferred? She couldn’t recall.

Her crimson eyes narrowed. “Paimon,” she said, her voice sharp with curiosity, “tell me, how old is she? You didn’t—”

Sensing the shift in her tone, Paimon raised a hand, a rare interruption. His voice was firm and reassuring.

“No, my queen. She is of the perfect age for you, twenty-one.” He inclined his head slightly. “Five years younger than Lilith was when you first took her as your own. But unlike Lilith, Alastor has never been touched. She has been kept under strict watch her entire life, surrounded almost exclusively by women. The few men she has encountered have been kept at a distance. She is pure in every way that matters, my queen. Untouched. Untainted by the world."

Lucifer’s slow smile returned, sharp and predatory. Her eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation. Perfect.

“And her temperament?” she asked, leaning forward slightly.

“She is respectful and obedient when she believes she is being treated fairly,” Paimon replied, lips curving into a knowing grin. “But she has a sharp tongue when provoked. If she feels mistreated, she lashes out with wit and sarcasm. It’s quite entertaining, really. She’s driven several nuns to tears, even causing some to abandon the convent entirely.”

A chuckle rumbled deep in Lucifer’s throat.

“She’s strong-willed,” Paimon continued, “always smiling, even when she’s angry. The one who raised her taught her never to reveal her true emotions. But in time, my queen, I have no doubt you will break that resolve.” He smirked. “She is also… amusing. Fond of what humans call ‘dad jokes.’”

Lucifer arched a brow at that.

Paimon’s grin widened. “I must admit, my queen, I’ve enjoyed watching her over the years. And I have personally ensured that no one so much as entertained the thought of harming her, let alone stealing her innocence. Rest assured, she is utterly perfect for you.”

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, then tilted her head slightly. And her looks?

For the first time, Paimon’s gaze softened.

“She is… very cute, sire,” he admitted. “She could be Eve’s twin. But her skin is darker, her eyes brown with hints of crimson within them. Her hair is red, thick with curls.” He hesitated. “I do not know how long it is—for it is hidden. She is tall, yet very slender… You could wrap your hands around her waist with ease.”

Lucifer let out a low, sultry chuckle, the sound sending a shiver through Paimon.

“I see,” she purred. “You’ve done well, my dear friend. Now, tell me, where is she?”

“She’s at the temple the humans built in your honor two centuries ago,” Paimon reported. “In the heart of the bayou. The nuns seized it thirty years ago, desecrating it, removing your statues, and stealing your artifacts. They turned it into their convent.”

Paimon's grin widened, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “We have rectified that insult. The nuns have been… removed. Their blood was used to cleanse the temple. Your statues have been restored, and work is underway to return them to their former glory. Shall I send forces to retrieve any stolen relics and ensure that those who dared defile what was yours are… dealt with?”

Lucifer’s expression darkened, her fingers curling into fists. Her eyes turned crimson with fury.

“They desecrated my temple?” she hissed. A muscle in her jaw twitched. “Is that why I haven’t heard from my worshipers in thirty years?”

Paimon remained silent, wisely letting her wrath simmer.

Lucifer exhaled sharply, regaining control, though the rage still burned beneath the surface.

"Yes, Paimon. Recover everything and have them all kill.”

She paused, tilting her head slightly. When she spoke again, her tone had softened, only slightly.

“But you will stay here. Watch over Charlie. I'm heading out to claim my wife, and I'll be away for a week or possibly two." A smirk curled her lips. “I want uninterrupted time to get to know her.” Her eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation. “You’re in charge until I return.”

Paimon bowed deeply, pride swelling in his chest. “As you command, my queen.”

Lucifer licked her lips as she disappeared into a swirl of black smoke, the thought of her soon-to-be wife consuming her mind.

Alastor.

Untouched. Pure. Hers.

Lucifer could already taste her, hear the sound of her voice moaning her name, and see the moment that smile faded as she claimed her.

It was not just her virginity; it was her very purity.

Meanwhile, Paimon made his way to Charlie’s chambers. Standing at her door, he resolved to remain there until she awoke. Sleep was unnecessary for him; his purpose was to serve, and serve he would.

A slow, satisfied smile crept onto his lips.

His queen was pleased.

And that was all that mattered.

The nun that was never meant to be.

Alastor was screaming, “Please let me go; I’m not Cain’s daughter.” Her struggles had caused her veil to fall to the floor, her hair spread out; one of her breasts was now fully exposed, and with each kick of her legs, her habit was pulled down even further. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Please, someone save me.”

Lucifer appeared with a chuckle. “My sweet, no one will save you; you are my wife. You swore your love and loyalty to me, and your blood forged an unbreakable contract with me. That ring on your finger ensures you will never be anything more than just my wife and soon the mother of all my heirs. You will never spread your legs to another like some common whore.”

Alastor began shaking, fear filling her eyes. “Mama!” she screamed, calling for the woman who had raised her—the very woman who now hung lifeless outside, with no blood left.

Lucifer walked over, running her hand along Alastor’s tear-stained face, her golden eyes burning with lust. “My sweet, I told you no one is there to save you, and the woman you called Mama is dead, along with everyone else here. Soon, more will fall for daring to trespass upon my domain.”

Alastor shook her head and whispered, “Please, let me go.”

Lucifer smirked and bent down to kiss Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes widened, and she tried to pull her head away, but Lucifer’s hands held it firmly in place. “Shh, my sweet nun, all you have to do is lie there and let your queen do the rest. I will show you why Eve was tempted to eat the fruit.”

Alastor turned her head; shame washed over her. She had once proudly dedicated her life to service. Though not the most well-behaved nun, her sisters and Mama had loved her from the moment she arrived at their doorstep; her father had even told her to be good for those nice ladies, promising that one day she would get to meet her grandfather. And she had done everything they had asked of her.

Anger surged within her as she realized that they had taken her only family. Now, the queen of Hell wanted to claim the one thing she had left. Alastor turned to see Lucifer unbuttoning her shirt. Lucifer smirked, and Alastor growled, “You are disgusting.”

Lucifer began to laugh. In a burst of anger, Alastor spat on her. As Lucifer bent to place another kiss on Alastor’s lips, Lucifer stepped back; her eyes turned red as horns emerged.

Furious, Lucifer grabbed Alastor’s face and forced her tongue into Alastor’s mouth. Alastor’s legs kicked wildly; she was growing dizzy. Everything went black as Lucifer pulled away.

Alastor gasped for air, her chest heaving with each deep breath as her habit slipped further down, leaving her other breast fully exposed.

Lucifer’s eyes wandered over Alastor’s exposed chest before she whispered in her ear, “Bitch, if you ever spit on me again, I will muzzle you. Do I make myself clear?”

Still gasping for air, Alastor could only nod feebly. Lucifer then grabbed her hair and pulled it, causing Alastor to cry out in pain. Alastor saw the insanity in Lucifer's eyes. “I’m sorry; forgive me.”

Lucifer released her and smiled. “That’s my good girl. If you behave and do as I desire, you will enjoy your life with me.”

Alastor only nodded silently.

Lucifer finished undressing herself, then turned to Alastor. “Now, my nun, it’s time for you to become mine.” Alastor shed one last teardrop; her life as a nun had come to an end. For the first time in over ten years, her smile disappeared.

Epilogue: Three hundred years later

Seven-year-old Charlie chased her twin sisters through fields of flowers, their laughter piercing the air.

Alastor stood apart, her hand resting on her five-month-pregnant belly, her expression vacant.

Whenever the children glanced her way, a smile flickered across her lips, but it never reached her eyes.

Adam materialized silently above them, his golden wings casting a shadow over Alastor. His breath hitched.

Alastor.

She truly did look like Eve.

But it was the twins who shattered him. Their faces bore Cain’s cheekbones softened by Eve’s doe-eyed innocence. His blood.

He descended like a comet.

“Mama!” Charlie screamed as Adam seized Alastor’s wrist. The twins froze, trembling.

“I’m saving you, kid,” Adam growled, ignoring the way Alastor flinched at his touch. “You don’t belong here with her.”

Charlie’s tiny horns erupted first. Her eyes blazed hellfire-red.

“LET GO OF MY MAMA!”

Adam staggered as an unseen force slammed into him. Her power was raw, untamed, and infused with Lucifer's essence.

The twins leapt forward, severing his ankles with razor-sharp milk teeth.

“Fuck’s sake—!” Adam recoiled, holy magic flickering in his palms. He hesitated to strike the twins. Cain’s blood. Eve’s blood. His own damned blood.

Sulfur choked the air. Lucifer appeared with crimson and white feathers flying everywhere, her grin feral.

“Touching my family, Adam? How… bold.”

Adam released Alastor, who stumbled back, clutching her stomach.

“This isn’t over, Lucifer,” he spat. “She’s mine.”

Lucifer’s claws flexed. “Run along, Grandfather. Your time here is done.”

As Adam vanished, Charlie collapsed, her horns retracting. Lucifer scooped her up, pride blazing in her eyes.

“My fierce little princess. You protected your mama and baby brother perfectly.”

Charlie nuzzled into her mother’s neck before darting to Alastor. She pressed her ear to the swollen belly.

“Baby brother’s kicking!”

Lucifer then picked up the twins and gave each a kiss.

“My brave little girls also kept their mama and little brother safe. Mommy is so proud of you two.”

The twins grinned at each other and hugged Lucifer before being placed back down.

They giggled, tugging Charlie toward their playground. Lucifer approached Alastor, tracing her jawline.

“Did you enjoy meeting your grandfather, my nun?”

Alastor stared past her, silent.

Lucifer’s smile tightened. “Adam will never return. Not after I inform Heaven of his attempt to take you.”

“Whatever you say, my Queen. I’m just your wife. My thoughts and feelings don’t matter to you anyway.”

A growl rumbled in Lucifer’s throat. She drew Alastor closer and initiated a kiss, slipping her tongue into her mouth while tugging at her curls.

Tiny gasps interrupted the moment. Lucifer softened the kiss.

Giggles soon followed.

When she pulled away, she whispered into Alastor’s ear so the children wouldn’t hear:

“Behave, Alastor. and play along.”

With a bright smile, she turned.

“Pancakes!” Lucifer sang, her mood unnervingly bright. “Who wants Mommy to make pancakes?”

Three cheers erupted.

Alastor faked a smile. “The baby is hungry; he could go for a pancake."

Three gasps followed. Charlie placed her hands on her hips.

“Mommy, you better make Mama pancakes first! We can’t let her and the baby go hungry!”

The twins nodded in unison. “Yeah! Mama eats first!”

Lucifer smiled at her kids. “Alright, your mama will get the first pancakes.”

As she carried Alastor inside, the twins clung to her legs. Charlie skipped ahead.

Alastor’s gaze drifted to the sky, silently hoping her grandfather would come back for her.

Her fingers brushed the wedding ring made out of thorns.

Note- As someone who is a Christian, this fic was a bit of a challenge. I think I did good in pushing it where it made me feel uneasy but not too offensive. Sorry, I could not come up with any good smut for this

Can anyone guess what key biblical references and symbolisms I had used or the themes I had used from John Milton’s Paradise Lost and Dante Alighieri’s Inferno?