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Lillith was not jealous.
Not at all.
She barely repressed a scowl as she watched her husband and his closest advisor chat away for what seemed like the entire night.
She was not jealous.
Look, don’t get her wrong, she was unbelievably happy that Lucifer had managed to make a real friend. Alastor was a decent sinner, and the two worked well together. So after eons of loneliness and fake friends, she had been over the moon when she found out that her husband had finally found someone he truly trusted and made him his closest advisor.
But she hadn’t known they were that close.
She watched as the duo keeled over laughing at some silly joke the deer had told the angel.
The glass of champagne she was holding cracked in her hand.
It wasn’t so much how close they were that upset her, she truly was happy that Lucifer had finally found someone he liked talking to aside from her and Charlie, but she and Lucifer barely saw each other on a good day, and they hadn’t had any real time alone together since they had both returned to their jobs.
And as much as she loved being the Queen of Hell, she also loved being able to talk to her husband without some lanky red deer in the background.
Was that too much to ask?
She sighed and took another sip from her slightly cracked glass. She needed to calm down.
She and Lucifer literally had all eternity together and had been together since the Garden. Not to mention, their relationship had survived an eight-year separation.
It was fine. Maybe when they got home, she could ask if they could go on a walk or-
“Mom?”
She almost spilled her drink as she spun around to face her daughter.
“Charlie! Geez, don’t scare your mother like that!”
Her daughter gave her an awkward smile. “I’ve been standing here for the last ten minutes…”
Fuck. She hadn’t even noticed her own daughter standing next to her.
She needed to stop overthinking and being not jealous of Alastor.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I was just… thinking.”
Charlie gave her a soft “oh” as they fell into silence, sipping from their cups occasionaly while they watched the party continue around them.
“Are you… jealous of Alastor?”
Lillith choked on her drink before quickly swallowing it down. "Charlie, no! I was just thinking about… the party!”
“The party?” Charlie asked, clearly unconvinced as she gave her mother a knowing smile.
“Yes, the party! You and your father really outdid yourselves!” she replied quickly-perhaps a bit too quickly, judging by the look Charlie gave her. It practically screamed you can’t lie to me, but I’ll pretend I believe you.
“Okay,” Charlie replied, sounding completely unconvinced as the two fell into silence once more.
A beat.
“I’ll be right back.”
Charlie handed her drink to her mother before disappearing into the crowd.
Lillith assumed her daughter was going to dance or mingle with the other guests, but she was quickly proven wrong when Charlie approached the very duo Lilith had spent most of the night spying on.
She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Charlie said something to her father that earned a loud cackle from the taller demon and a chuckle from Lucifer.
Then Lucifer looked at Lillith and sent her a sly smirk before handing his drink to Alastor.
And then he started walking toward her.
Lillith couldn’t take her eyes off her husband. She had always found him attractive, but tonight he was radiant.
He wore a far more regal version of his usual attire: a high-collared asymmetrical white jacket adorned with ornate silver chains and red accents, paired with fitted trousers and tall white lace-up boots. A red cape draped over one shoulder, trailing behind him as he walked.
“Hey there, gorgeous. Got room for one more?” Lucifer smirked, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.
And she was blushing, wasn’t she?
“Our daughter is a menace,” she remarked as the shorter being took his place beside her, leaning casually against the wall behind them.
“Well, she is our daughter after all.”
She let out a breathless chuckle. “I suppose, but just so you know, she got that from you.”
The two lovers gazed out over the ballroom for a moment, the music swelling into something softer, slower like the party itself had decided to breathe for a change.
Lucifer tilted his head slightly. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely,” Lillith said, lifting her chin. “That mischevious nature, she didn't get that from me I'll tell you that.”
He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. “You wound me.”
She smiled at that.
Instead, she glanced away toward the crowd, towards where Alastor still stood with Charlie, the deer demon gesturing animatedly as they chatted, Charlie looked delighted. Alastor looked… entertained in a way that suggested he thought he was the most interesting person in the room. The usual.
Lucifer followed her gaze, then gently nudged her shoulder.
“You know,” he said lightly, “if you’re going to keep glaring, you’re going to give the entire ballroom the wrong idea.”
“I am not glaring.”
“That,” he replied, “was absolutely a glare.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. Lucifer turned toward her fully now, his smirk softening into something warmer. “Lillith.”
Just her name, said like that, was enough to loosen something in her chest.
A beat passed between them, filled with distant laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint rhythm of music beginning to shift again, this time unmistakably a waltz.
Lucifer held out his hand.
“Dance with me?”
She looked at it for a moment, then at him, after all these years, he was just as enchanting as when they first met.
She took his hand.
“Don’t step on my toes,” she warned.
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
He led her onto the floor with practiced ease, like he had been waiting for this exact moment all night.
Lucifer settled one hand at her waist, the other finding hers with a familiar certainty that needed no hesitation. Lillith followed as he guided her into the rhythm of the waltz, their steps falling into place as if no time had passed at all.
The movement smooth and unhurried as he turned her gently, and she matched him without effort, her deep purple gown shifting softly with each step. Their footwork stayed perfectly aligned, a quiet conversation in motion rather than words.
Around them, the ballroom blurred into light and color. Music swelled and softened in waves, but between them it felt steady, intimate, something only they could hear properly.
Lucifer guided her through a turn, then drew her back in just enough that their movements tightened into smaller, closer steps. Her hand rested lightly in his, steady and certain, while his grip at her waist remained confident and a comfort.
They moved effortlessly, having done this a thousand times before and would do it a thousand more, completely in sync, as though the dance itself belonged to them more than the room around them ever did.
Finally, the music slowed in something calmer and softer, pulling her closer, Lucifer swayed them gently.
Lost where the King and Queen, in their dance of love.