It was just another boring day in the Cage.
Souls floating by one by one, and being sentenced to different torture chambers for the rest of eternity. Lucifer stood there at the edge of the Cage just watching as each soul passed by him. He would count them as they did so, and soon he started figuring math problems and comparing ratios and testing theories on the number of how many men, women, and children there were. He was in the middle of an Algebraic equation when he noticed something. Something different and rare.
An infant soul.
It was strange to see and infant soul coming into Hell. Infants were innocent and without sin so they belonged in heaven when they died.. Very occasionally, if the infant was dangerous in some way, then it would be damned to Hell. But that would be the only reason.
Lucifer forgot all about his silly little games of equations and immediately focused on the young soul. He could tell by the brightness of it that was an extremely new.. Unborn. Lucifers face became compassionate at the unborn's soul. He knew that it wouldn't know what to do or the pain it was going to endure there in Hell. He felt protective over the soul, and wanted to keep it safe and close to him. He almost felt like he was created for this soul, to protect this soul with his entire being and all his grace, and that if he didn't that he would have failed what he was created for.
The soul was nearing him slowly. He didn't know that he had reached out for the soul until he had gently clutched it in his hands, and he began to bring it in to him. He held it in his arms and tenderly ran his hand against it. He had never felt so connected to another being in all of time and creation, and the moment he admitted that to himself, he felt a spark inside of him. He was taken aback by the sudden feeling that washed over his body, but he shook it off and continued to watch the soul he it moved and shimmered in his arms.
Lucifer gently placed his right hand on the soul and closed his eyes, trying to focus on what had happened to it in life before death.
"Congratulations!" said a woman dressed a doctor to the other very pregnant looking woman. "Would you like to know the gender of your baby?" she asked.
The pregnant woman thought for a moment before answering, she didn't know if she wanted to know now or after the delivery. She smiled and said "Yes! I'm very excited!" and she hugged the doctor.
"Before I tell you, I must ask, is there a father that would also want to know the gender of his baby?" said the doctor. It was common for there to be a father or brother in the room when the gender was revealed, but also common for there to not be a father either.
"No," said the woman "the father didn't want any part of having a baby so it's just me." she sounded confident, but also hurt when she spoke about the father.
"Well then," said the lady doctor with a slight huff "let's get on with it shall we?" She turned and pulled the screen slightly towards the woman so that she could see her unborn baby. "It's a girl!" she said with a smile.
The pregnant mother was wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear and said excitedly "I knew it! Oh, I just KNEW IT!"
The doctor helped her up and asked if she was thinking about any names for her baby. The woman smiled and said "(Y/f/n). (Y/f/n) (Y/m/n)." The doctor said that it was a lovely name a girl and helped the woman into the lobby. The woman paid the hospital and walked out to the parking lot to get in her car.
She was stopped by a man in a dark gray hoodie asking her if she had the time.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't have a watch and my phone is on my car, if you'll walk with me to my car I might could tell you what time it is." she said pleasantly. She had just found the gender of her baby, so she was a little bit high on happiness and bliss. Maybe a little too high to realize that this man was holding a gun in his pocket.
He pulled out his gun and said "That's okay. You can give me your purse instead." The woman realized just how grave the situation was when he held the barrel to her head. She scrambled to get the purse off of her arm and give it to him before he pulled the trigger.
The man in the dark hoodie ran away carrying the purse, and leaving the woman's bloody lifeless body on the ground. Mother and child dead.
Lucifer opened his eyes after the terrible scene had played out in his head. He felt more protective than before to keep this soul under his wing. Figuratively, of course. He knew then that he needed to get the soul out of Hell. He needed to get both of them out of Hell.
He waited. For 12 months he sat in the Cage with the unborn soul and looked after it.
Fortunately for Lucifer there were still some demons loyal to the dark prince. They liberated him from the Cage with much effort and at the cost of all of their deaths, but they had remained loyal to Lucifer till the day they died, and he swore he'd be forever grateful for their keeping his unborn soul safe.
A few weeks later, after Lucifer had returned to the surface, he started living like all of the lowlife hairless apes on the planet. He had an apartment, he had a job, he had taxes, he had everything that everyone else had.
He even had a newborn baby girl that he took care of everyday, and he loved it... He loved her.
And that was a spark of something that he hadn't felt in a long time.