#Im working on my pjo crossover gimme me a minute

[shakingcryingwriting]

He didn't like Lucifer.

never had.

He didn't want his approval, or his affection, or anything like that.

He never needed it, never wanted it. He despised the elder demon with everything in him; had from the moment he was brought into this world with nothing but wrath in his heart.

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So why did it hurt so much?

Why did his heart ache when you and Lucifer announced you were expecting a child?

Why did the world freeze when Lucifer wrapped a protective hand around your waist and pulled you close with a smile?

Why did this throat close when he noticed the swelling stomach and the love in Lucifer's eyes?

Why couldn't he breathe when the babe was born and Lucifer held his precious child close, tears clouding his eyes?

Why did tears spring to his own eyes when the child grew and Lucifer held their hand, was there every step of the way, helped them up when they fell, spent his every waken moment dedicated to them,

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Didn't pawn them off to his younger brothers,

Didn't push them away when they got too close,

Didn't turn away in shame,

Didn't ignore their existence,

Didn't hesitate to call them his child?

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Satan was not jealous, no.

He wouldn't be.