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- Cersei POV –
Two months ago.
Appearing in Lucifer’s foyer, she sets down a chained recently deceased Simon. Wildly he looks around as Cersei’s face hold no emotion. She speaks in a bored tone.
‘Luci. Were back.’
A loud crash can be heard in the distance as a masculine voice yelps before a seemingly frazzled Lucifer jogs into the room.
‘Cers, you know how I feel about yelling.’
Cersei blinks.
‘I didn’t yell?’
Lucifer studders.
‘Yes, but you are too quiet.’
He mutters something about getting her a bell.
As the two quiet down, Simon speaks up.
‘What the f*ck is going on? Where am I?’
As Lucifer curiously looks down at the sinner on his floor, Cersei replies bluntly.
‘Hell.’
‘Ha! Very funny. Like I’d listen to a bitch with a tail.’
She slowly slides her dark blue eyes over to the boy. As she goes to speak, Lucifer starts laughing.
‘My Cers, he called you a bitch with a tail. That’s just hysterical.’
He hunches over in laughter and slaps his knee for cometic effect.
‘It’s like he has no care. He does remember you killing him, right?’
Simon sneers.
‘I’m already dead. What more could you do?’
As Lucifer calms down and goes to speak, Cersei speaks as well.
‘I could make your eternity nothing but pain.’
‘I like him. Let’s make him my secretary.’
Everyone freezes at the king’s words.
‘Excuse me?’
‘What?’
After showing Simon to his room, Cersei makes her way to her own when she hears it.
Her kids are summoning her.
They talked for three hours, after she put Niffty to bed and told Angel good night, she finally makes it back to her room.
But sleep evades her.
With nothing better to do, she starts writing all the thing Simon would need to know.
The next month is spent dealing with Simon, who does not seem to fear anything and seeing her kids at night.
One night, she is summoned and as soon as she appears in Niffty’s room. She feels him, his shadow to be exact but that’s not what rattles her. His sent hits invades her senses and suddenly Niffty’s decently sized room becomes far too small.
She can’t breathe.
In a fraction of a second, she leaves. Once back in her room, she falls to her knees as she tries to breathe, trying to force her lungs to do their job and take in air.
All she can think about is how she failed.
Failed herself.
Failed her kids.
How can she be useful if she is nothing but a failure.
Suddenly, she sees a ghost she knows no longer exists but there he is standing before her.
Her father.
‘Now you see child, you are nothing. No matter how much you try, all you do is fail and bring harm to those around you.’
His words are pure venom as he speaks.
‘You killed your mother, you failed to protect the man you love.’
Her voice fails her as she tries to speak through sobs and erratic breaths.
‘Stop.’
He laughs but continues. She squeezes her eyes shut.
‘You are a monster.’
‘no.’
‘You are a witch.’
‘no.’
‘If I could burn you again, I would.’
‘stop.’
‘BURN THE WITCH!’
She can feel the heat from the flames.
‘Stop it!’
‘BURN HER!’
‘NO!’
Her vision is spotting around the edges, lungs tight as a cold sheen coats her skin.
It’s overwhelming.
She is nothing but a mistake.
Lucifer hears her scream as her panic floods his being. When he appears in their room, he finds her in a pile on the floor with smoke swirling around her as some sort of barrier. He has seen this before but never this bad. Slowly yet quickly he makes his way to her side.
‘Cers, Cersei, breathe.’
As his hand makes contact, she looks up panicked eyes open but not seeing him. She sees her father.
‘No! Get off of me! Stay Away!’
He speaks as if he is talking to a wounded animal as he cradles her in his arms, not caring as she hits him.
‘Cersei, it’s Luci!’
Her movements stall before her eye’s focus.
‘Luci?’
‘I’m right here. Breathe with me. Come on, in … and out.’
As her breathing calms, she pulls back and looks up. Her voice rough from her panic.
‘I need to be useful, let me be useful.’
Lucifer knew, as much as he didn’t like it, he had to let her process in her own way. She would come around when she was ready, he couldn’t force her. He would give her small jobs every week and in her down time she can help Simon settle.
Cersei knew in that moment; she would not be going back to the hotel unless absolutely necessary.
The following month was simple in its weekly schedule.
Job, work with Simon, prepare for the next job and make a list for Simon.
Every time Cersei would hear Angel or Niffty summon her, she would just lower her head and keep working on her task.
