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Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 33

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

TW: Gore (a lot of blood in one scene at the the end of the chapter)

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For better or worse, the weeks on bed rest were pretty uneventful for the princess. Honestly, the woman was pretty bored, but boredom was so much safer for her baby than stress.

Every day, Lucifer would spend most of his time in the bedroom with Diavolo as he did paper work. This way, he could always be there for her if she needed anything and often she did.

Water, a new book, more cuddles. Always more cuddles; Lucifer could never turn her down when she sought comfort. The woman was always so restless in bed and only found moments of peace when her fiancé would wrap his arms around her.

Diavolo simply wasn't used to this. After a strict childhood where she always had to study and go to various functions to her father's previous long slumber and having to take up her new role as Acting King, the woman was always doing something. Even if her task was something she hated, she at least always had her mind or her body moving.

Now both are forced into time out and she hated it. Dia did her best not to interrupt Lucifer while he worked, but the woman was far too understimulated and clingy not to.

However, there was one aspect she loved about bed rest: her father's visits.

Her fainting spell really shook her father and, when paired with their conversation before the fall, the king just couldn't distance himself anymore.

It was a strange situation for them both, to have the older man in her room and making sure she was well taken care of to the best degree.

Dia loved it though, loved seeing her father's worry and care for her; for the first time in her life, she felt like she mattered to him and that he valued her as his daughter.

The king, however, was always nervous. He didn't truly know how to do be a father in general, let alone to a grown woman. How does he express all of the love and care she needs from him while also respecting her as the adult she was?

In truth...this man always saw her as that scared baby crying in her mother's ashes; he knew she was no longer a baby. She was an adult and a...mother, despite neither Avatar of Wrath or the tiny mini-me of hers sharing any genetics with his daughter.

And now...now she was experiencing her very first pregnancy and carrying her third child.

There was no doubt in this man's mind; she was a grown woman and...she grew up with out him.

Despite everything, the abuse and neglect, the alterations he made to her body and her life...she still wanted him with her and no matter how hard he tried to push her away, she still clung to him

The king stood by his previous words; he is undeserving of forgiveness. Still, she begged him to take it and accept her into his life.

The father was...so tired and in many meanings of the word; he no longer had the heart to fight off his daughter's love and so he accepted it all, albeit quite awkwardly.

The two grew somewhat close during this time, which excited the daughter to no end. Eventually, her father even began to call her by her original name; 'Dianya'.

"That's...that's the name Mom used for me in her letter to you..."

"Yes," Her father said softly. "And another element that I stole from you. The name is yours...if you want it."

Honestly...the woman was unsure, but decided that for now, she only wanted her father to call her that name.

After a few weeks, the Royal Physician checked her again; her levels were still high despite the woman spending all of her time in bed. The doctor had her continue bed rest, but with some minimal exercise both allowed and encouraged.

This trend kept going till the princess was entering her second trimester. However...the woman already looked ready to burst with her belly's size.

In truth, most didn't think she would show too much with her body type.

Despite being a woman, Dia was still taller than Lucifer and her body was naturally pretty thick and wide. If she was more stick-like, it would make much more sense why her belly looks the way it does, but that was not the case.

Lucifer and even Barbatos was worried for the woman, but the king and Royal Physician was not; apparently, babies of the Royal Family tended to be pretty big, bigger than the average demon baby. In truth, the two older men believed she was even on the smaller side of the spectrum, that if her belly was even the slightest bit smaller then there'd be cause for worry.

Dia had no worries though; she constantly had her hands on her belly and only got more excited as it grew; to her, it meant that her child was safe and healthy and that was more than worth the back pain she developed.

With her this happy and pregnant...the king only saw more of her mother in the woman. He did his best not to turn away, not to ruin her beautiful smile, regardless of how painful it was for him.

During this time, the king also had some interactions with both Satan and Audriana, though just some small ones.

Satan didn't particularly want to speak to the man and the king didn't press it. The two mostly adapted to be able to stay in the same room as the other without Satan scowling at him the whole time.

Audriana...she was still such a scared child, especially to the man who once screamed at her and her family.

The king never tried to make his granddaughter come close or speak to him.

In truth, it was easier when she didn't. Audriana looked like a small Dianya in the older man's eyes...meaning she also looked so strongly like Lazuli.

If the grandfather was being honest with himself...that was probably the biggest reason why he was against this child originally. Before Dia returned to her true form, it was Audri who looked too closely like his late wife and that was too painful for him.

Still, as the girl mentally and physically aged, she slowly became the slightest bit more comfortable with the man she once had nightmares about taking her then-Papa away from her.

Now, in her Mama's early fourth month of pregnancy, Audriana looked about 8 or 9 years old. Still so fragile, but also more curious and it was more or less her curiosity that led her to slowly bond with her grandfather, just like her mama was.

The little girl and old man we're not close by any means, but she was brave enough to be close with him on a physical sense, often sitting or laying on the bed with her mama while the king sat in a chair right by the bedside. She went from fearing him to tolerating him and that was true progress.

The amount of time the king spent with his daughter and granddaughter gradually shorten though; as his sweet Dianya was finally allowed out of bed, he found himself in his own more.

The old man lied, told his daughter that it was just a side affect from waking up early and with time he would be much stronger.

All three men who knew it was a lie kept silent on the true reason, all in quiet agreement that protecting the woman during her somewhat delicate pregnancy was the best thing to do.

With the pregnant woman now off of bed rest, she could do whatever she wanted, within reason. Sadly, most of her loved ones were busy. Lucifer started doing the paperwork in her office. Barb and Audriana were still having their school day.

She did, however, get to spend some time with her father. She sat by his bedside the same way he did for her those last couple months and kept him company. The woman even managed to make her father smile once. Smile. To her, it was the sweetest expression in the world.

Eventually, the old man had a coughing fit that wore him out. Dia helped her father take his potion (which he lied and said was simple cough medicine) before leaving to let him rest.

After that...the woman had nothing and no one. Even with a family now, the castle was starting to feel just as lonely as it did when it was just her and Barb here.

The princess didn't know what to do or where to go. No one she loved had time for her so what was she supposed to do?

Eventually, she found herself slowly walking to her room. Yes, she spent months in there and hated it dearly, but she really had no other options and really just wanted to curl up in bed in hope that a nap will end the cold, sad feeling in her heart.

As she opened her bedroom door, a voice called for her. The princess turned her head and saw Satan heading towards her.

She plastered on a smile, wanting to be extra positive for her troubled stepson.

"What do you need, my friend?" She asked cheerfully.

The blonde pursed his lips, reminding the princess so much of his father.

"Can I...talk to you for a bit? In private?"

The redhead's eyes went wide. This...this was new. Not only was her stepson willing to talk to her, but had something to say in private?

After months of him ignoring her at best and lashing out on her at worse, the woman didn't know what to expect from him.

"O...Of course." She pushed open her door and gestured for him to step inside her room.

Once in, she closes the door and gave him a friendly yet somewhat awkward smile.

"So...you were saying?" She prompted.

The young man was quiet. He bit his lip and looked as if he was thinking really hard about something.

The princess raised her eyebrows at this, but didn't interrupt him.

"I..." Satan gave a small huff. "I'm sorry. I've both talked to and treated you poorly since this all began. You did nothing wrong; I--I needed you to be the one to blame for everything because of all that's been going on with me and my...'condition'.

"Satan..." The woman was truly touched; this was probably the sweetest thing he's ever told her.

She flung her arms around him, eager for affection as always.

"I never blamed you." She told him, hugging him tightly. "No matter how it hurt for you to see me in that light, I knew you were only doing what you felt you needed to."

The blonde's body was tense. This...was very uncomfortable. The poor man could count the amount of hugs he's received in his life on one hand and he had to become terminally ill just to get most of them.

Still...that didn't mean his stepmom's hug was entirely awful...

Honestly, the longer she held him, the more at peace he felt. Peace...such a bizarre and dangerous feeling for...'his kind'.

He hugged the woman back, thinking about how much he enjoyed this feeling.

He came to her because he could feel the last strand in him snapping, but he didn't want to die without making amends with the woman who...who gave him this family he cherished so deeply.

Without Diavolo, Lucifer would have handled his pregnancy of Audriana alone; she would have been born and likely treated similar to how Satan himself was as a child. His father would have still be stressed and distant, leaving his younger brothers to take care of Audri while he worked till he could no longer think of his issues.

Satan would have still been desperate for his father's attention, but also closed off to him.

The reason everything has gone right these last couple months is because of her; she was there when his father and sister needed her, she invited him into her home when he needed help the most. She always did everything she could to take care of her family...and that included him; he was truly included in a family.

In truth, he came to her to say his apology and prepare for death. He was ready. He was ready to leave so his father didn't have to worry about him anymore, so Lucifer could simply mourn and move on with his life with the woman he loved and their kids...

But Diavolo's hug...it was so warm...so comforting, like she truly cared about the young man in her arms

And that care...it changed something in him.

Satan didn't want to die...he wanted to live. He needed to live. And he couldn't give up this feeling that his heart was soaking in--

Suddenly, the blonde groaned in pain, causing Dia to pull back.

"Satan??"

That groan grew louder until it turned to a scream.

The man crashed to the ground, accidentally dragging the pregnant woman with him.

"Satan!!"

The blonde griped her arms through the sudden back in his back. It was a pressure pain so intense that the man was so sure he was about to explode

And he did.

Something was breaking through his back.

The woman was panicking, but didn't know how to help. Her phone was missing and she was pinned to the floor, both by her heavy belly and the pained man digging his green nails into her arms.

The pain was too much for the blonde and eventually he passed out on top of the princess.

The first thing the blonde noticed when he started to wake was...warmth; he felt a comforting warmth surrounding him. Not too long after that did he notice the incredible soreness in his back though.

The man winced and opened his eyes.

"Satan! Are you okay???"

It took a moment for his vision to steady itself and see the woman before him.

"Di..avolo?" The young man was confused and became increasingly so as he became more aware of his surroundings.

He was...in his dad and stepmom's room...on the floor in her arms. The wood beneath them was covered in blood...and so was the woman who was holding him.

Satan flinched back just to cry out in pain.

"Careful! You're still bleeding!"

The woman pulled him back into her arms.

"What happened?" The blonde tried not to move, just as the woman asked him, but this really felt like the strangest position he's ever found himself in.

"You...devil, I don't know!" The woman was still pretty flustered. "W-We we're talking and then I hugged you and...and then..."

"Then?"

"Satan..." Dia gave a concerned smile, trying to compose herself. "You...you grew wings."

The blonde turned his head as far as his muscles would let him without the pain starting back up and saw it in the corner of his eyes: A feather. A white feather.

Something was clearly wrong.

Despite the pain and the woman's protests, Satan forced himself off the floor and in a standing position before offering his arms to the stranded woman.

"Sorry..." She mumbled before taking his arms and letting the blonde raise her to her feet.

Despite the pain, Satan could walk well enough. He led Dia over to her bed, where the woman found her D.D.D. still on her night stand and hooked to the charger.

As the woman quickly called Barbatos for help, her stepson disappeared into her bathroom.

When she hung up with the butler, Satan came out with a wet cloth in hand and approached the princess.

"What are--"

The blonde brought the cloth to the woman's face and wiped gently.

"You...have some of my blood on your face."

"O-Oh...thank you."

In truth, the woman had no clue what was going on anymore; the last half-hour was too much for her brain and she was still trying to come to terms with what she had seen.

It didn't take Barb long to arrive and take in the bloody scene in the room.

He stopped the bleeding on the blonde's back, letting himself show a fraction of the shock he felt on his face at seeing the man with angel wings.

Once Satan was no longer in danger of bleeding to death, he checked on Dia to make sure she was alright; the woman was shaken, but otherwise okay.

That's when Satan noticed it on the floor: his tail. Not only did he have an oddly angelic set of wings, but his tail had fallened off.

The man trudged back over to the blood stain and, with great difficulty, retrieved both his tail and his scarf next to it.

Satan's brain just felt frozen. He could barely have a coherent thought and was essentially running off of autopilot.

What the hell happened to him?

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