The hospital room felt suffocating. The walls, painted in a dull shade of cream, seemed to close in on Sofi as the doctor’s words rang in her ears, repeating like a cursed melody.

"You're pregnant."

Her fingers clenched around the thin hospital sheet, her knuckles turning white. A dull ringing filled her ears, drowning out the steady beeping of the machines. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head as if that would erase the words hanging in the air.

No. No, this isn’t happening.

Ella, standing beside the bed, tightened her grip on Sofi’s hand. "Sofi, did you hear what she said?" Her voice was calm, but beneath it lay an unmistakable tension.

Sofi jerked her hand away. "Shut up." Her voice cracked. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear another damn word!"

Ella flinched but stayed close. The doctor—a middle-aged woman with tired eyes—sighed, used to difficult reactions but still sympathetic. "I understand this is overwhelming, but we need to discuss your options."

"My options?" Sofi let out a bitter laugh, her hands shaking. "There's no option. Get rid of it. Now."

The doctor exchanged a glance with Ella before speaking carefully. "Sofi, you’re still very weak. A termination at this stage could be risky for your body. It’s important to—"

"I DON’T CARE!" The scream tore from her throat, raw and desperate. She sat up suddenly, gripping the sheets like they were the only thing anchoring her to reality. "I don’t want it! I can’t—I can’t—"

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as panic clawed at her. The walls blurred, the air turned thick, and her vision swayed.

Not this. Anything but this.

Ella moved quickly, pressing a hand to Sofi’s shoulder, trying to steady her. "Hey, hey—breathe, okay? Just breathe."

Sofi shoved her away, her pulse thundering. "Don’t tell me to breathe! You don’t get it!" Her voice broke, and a sob escaped before she could swallow it back. "I was raped, Ella. I was violated, and now I have—" She gagged, clutching her stomach like she could rip out whatever was growing inside her. "I have his child inside me?"

Ella's eyes shone with unshed tears. "I know, Sofi, I know." Her voice wavered, but she tried to stay strong for her. "But rushing into a decision when you’re like this—"

"What other decision is there?" Sofi snapped, her vision swimming. "I can’t—I won’t—"

A sharp knock at the door interrupted them. Before anyone could respond, her parents walked in.

Her mother immediately froze, her gaze darting between Sofi’s tear-streaked face and Ella’s worried expression. "What’s going on?" she demanded, her voice sharp with worry.

Sofi’s father, Raj, stepped forward, his brows furrowing. "Sofi?"

The doctor hesitated. "She’s experiencing distress due to—"

"I’m pregnant," Sofi spat out, her voice shaking with both fury and devastation.

Silence fell.

Sofi let out a hollow laugh. "Surprise, Mom, Dad. Your daughter, who got raped, is now carrying the child of a monster."

Her mother lips parted, but no words came out.

Her dad clenched fists clenched at his sides. His chest rose and fell heavily, but he said nothing.

Sofi stared at them, waiting for anger, for screaming, for denial. But their silence was worse. It made her feel alone.

A strangled sob tore from her throat. "Say something! Do something! Don’t just stand there looking at me like I’m already ruined!"

Her mother  rushed  to her side. She reached for Sofi’s face, but Sofi recoiled. "Sofi, listen to me—"

"I don’t want it," Sofi whispered, shaking her head frantically. "Make it go away. Please. Please, I don’t want it." Her hands trembled as she grabbed her mother’s wrists. "Mom, please—"

Her mother choked back a sob, her hands tightening over Sofi’s. "Sofi…"

The doctor cleared her throat. "your daughter has made her decision, but I need to stress that a termination could pose risks to her health given her current condition. We need to evaluate—"

"I don’t care about the risks!" Sofi nearly screamed. Her voice cracked, desperation consuming her. "I don’t want this—"

Her mother held her close, rocking slightly as if she could soothe her daughter’s pain. "We’ll figure it out, Sofi. We’ll do whatever is best for you."

Sofi’s sobs only grew louder.

Her dad  finally spoke, his voice deep and measured. "Are you sure?"

Sofi snapped her gaze up, her tears streaking down her face. "What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m sure!"

He exhaled heavily, running a hand down his face. He turned to the doctor. "What’s the safest option for her?"

The doctor hesitated. "We need to conduct further tests. If she is mentally certain, we can discuss the procedure, but she must be aware of the risks—physically and emotionally."

"I know the risks," Sofi muttered, her voice hoarse. "I’d rather risk my life than keep this thing inside me."

Ella’s eyes widened, her grip tightening on Sofi’s arm. "Sofi, don’t say that."

"I mean it!" Sofi sobbed, shaking her head wildly. "If this thing stays in me, I’ll never be okay. I’ll never be free of him!" She clawed at her stomach, the disgust and fear bubbling over. "It’s like he's still inside me, like he never left."

Her mother  held Sofi tighter, her own tears spilling onto her daughter's hair. "Shh, sofi, please—"

The room was thick with grief, but Sofi’s mind was made up.

She wanted it gone.

She didn’t care about anything else.

She just needed it gone.

A chill settled over the room, heavier than the weight of her words. The walls felt too close, pressing in, suffocating her. The overhead lights buzzed, their hum merging with the frantic pounding of her heart.

Outside he  stood by the  door.

Lucifer.

His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. His hands, shoved deep into his coat pockets, trembled with barely restrained fury. Every word Sofi spoke sent a fresh wave of rage surging through his veins.

You won’t abort, Sofi. I won’t let you do this.

His nails dug into his palms as his mind echoed with violent thoughts.

I will never allow you to kill our child.

The doctor’s voice pulled Sofi back into the present. "You should take time to—"

"No!" Her breath hitched, her nails biting into her palms. "I don’t need time! I don’t need to think! This thing inside me—it’s his!" Her voice broke, and for a moment, there was only the sound of her ragged breathing. "I want it gone. I want him gone."

Her mother let out a quiet sob. Her father turned his face away.

The doctor hesitated before finally speaking. "It’s not that simple."

"I don’t care!" she cut him off, her voice raw. "Do whatever you have to! Just make it stop!"

Lucifer’s fingers twitched. He forced himself to stay still, to keep from storming inside. But his fury clawed at him, demanding release.

She was rejecting their child. Their bond. Their future.

No.

She won’t do this.

Sofi sobbed into her hands, her shoulders shaking violently. The doctor murmured something, but she wasn’t listening anymore. Her mind spiraled into chaos, trapped between the past and the nightmare she now carried within her.

Outside, Lucifer exhaled a slow, shaking breath. He turned away, his coat billowing in the cold air.

This wasn’t over.

***

Sofi sat curled up on the bed, her frail body trembling as silent tears slipped down her face. Her hands clutched the blanket like it was the only thing holding her together. Outside, her parents waited, oblivious to the war raging inside her. Ella had gone to get the medicines, leaving her alone.

It was the perfect moment.

The door creaked open, slow and deliberate. Lucifer stepped in, his presence filling the room like a shadow creeping in at dusk. He moved with unhurried ease, like a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run.

Sofi didn’t even look up.

He sighed softly, stepping closer. “Sofi, you’ll get sick if you keep crying like this.”

She turned her face away, her breathing uneven.

Lucifer took his time, settling beside her on the bed. The warmth of his body contrasted with the cold emptiness she felt inside.

“Calm down,” he said gently, brushing a tear-stained strand of hair from her face. His touch was soft, almost reverent, as if she were something fragile.

A broken sob escaped her lips. “Why is this happening to me, Luci?” she choked out. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Lucifer exhaled slowly, his eyes dark with unreadable emotion. “You did nothing wrong, Sofi.” His voice was low, soothing. “Life doesn’t wait for us to be ready. It throws us into storms we never saw coming.”

Her fingers tightened in the sheets.

“But making a decision in pain?” he continued. “That’s the worst mistake anyone can make.”

She inhaled sharply. A crack in her resolve. He saw it.

Lucifer leaned in slightly, his voice dipping into something almost hypnotic. “Are you sure this is what you want?"

Sofi stiffened.

He had her now.

“I don’t…” she faltered, shaking her head. “I can’t…”

Lucifer took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, slow and deliberate. “You don’t have to decide now, Sofi. There’s no rush.”

She swallowed, her throat tight.

Lucifer tilted his head, he leaned closer.

“You think this pain is unbearable now?” he whispered. “Imagine the silence after. When it’s gone.”

She let out a shaky breath.

“Right now, you’re overwhelmed. You just want the pain to stop. But what happens when it’s over?” He let the words settle before delivering the final blow. “What if one day, you wake up and wonder what could have been?”

Sofi clenched her jaw, fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

Lucifer’s grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly. “This isn’t just his child, Sofi. It’s yours too.” His voice took on an almost desperate sincerity, like a lover pleading. “Would you kill your own child?”

Her entire body jolted, like he had struck her.

He softened his voice immediately, the contrast making the moment all the more effective. “You are its mother. No one in this world will ever love it the way you will.”

She was shaking now, her breaths ragged.

Lucifer leaned in “Don’t punish the innocent for someone else’s sins.”

Sofi sucked in a breath, eyes wide, lost.

“I’ll take care of everything,” he murmured, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Sofi’s lips trembled. She shut her eyes, trying to block out his words. But they were already inside her, weaving through her thoughts, wrapping around her like chains.

A long silence stretched between them.

And then, in the smallest voice—

“I… I’ll keep it.”

Lucifer’s lips curled into a slow, triumphant smile.

“That’s my girl.”

But before he could relish his victory—

The door slammed open.

Ella stood in the doorway, eyes wild, breathless. She took in the scene—Sofi’s tear-streaked face, Lucifer’s hand still wrapped around hers—and realization dawned in an instant.

Her face twisted in fury.

“What ?” she snapped, storming inside.

Lucifer leaned back, completely unbothered.

Now this bitch is going to ruin everything.

"You rest, Sofi," Lucifer said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. His tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable finality in his words.

Sofi didn't respond, just blinked up at him, exhaustion evident in her tear-streaked face.

Lucifer rose to his feet with practiced ease, straightening his sleeves as he turned toward Ella, who was still standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, suspicion burning in her eyes.

"What was she saying?" Ella demanded, her voice laced with urgency.

Lucifer met her gaze, unreadable as always. "Come with me," he said smoothly.

"But—" Ella began, glancing back at Sofi.

Lucifer cut her off before she could object. "Let her rest, Ella," he said, his voice calm yet firm. "We can talk outside."

Ella hesitated, glancing between Sofi and Lucifer. Something in his tone made her uneasy, but she couldn't argue with the logic.

With one last wary look at Sofi, she exhaled sharply. "Fine."

Lucifer stepped past her .

***

The night air was cool, carrying a quiet stillness as Lucifer and Ella stood a few steps away from the hosptial. Away from family. Away from Sofi. The dim glow of the porch light cast long shadows, but Lucifer remained unreadable, his expression calm, composed—always in control.

Ella was the first to break the silence. "Why did she suddenly change her mind?" she asked, her arms crossed, her voice edged with disbelief.

Lucifer exhaled softly, tilting his head slightly as if her question amused him. "I convinced her," he said simply.

Ella's brows furrowed. "What?" She was stunned. Sofi had been adamant, unwilling to waver even slightly—so how?

"It’s better this way, Ella," Lucifer said, his voice steady, persuasive, as though he were explaining something inevitable.

"How come?" she asked, suspicion creeping into her tone.

Lucifer sighed as if burdened by the weight of the situation. "You know the complications," he said. "We don’t want her making a permanent decision out of temporary pain."

Ella shook her head. "But she’s right, Lucifer. She’ll never be able to accept this child. She won’t be able to give it a mother’s love."

A slow smile touched his lips. "She won’t have to."

Ella’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Lucifer took a deliberate step closer, lowering his voice. "After she gives birth, we’ll take the baby from her."

Ella’s breath hitched. "What?"

"We’ve been trying for a long time, Ella," he said, his voice dropping into something almost sympathetic. "Nothing has worked. No treatments, no options left." He let his words sink in before continuing. "But now—now we have a way."

Ella’s face paled. "You’re suggesting we take Sofi’s child?"

Lucifer nodded. "Listen, I know what you’re thinking. It may seem selfish at first, but it’s the best solution for everyone. You know how dangerous an abortion would be for her. It’s better for her to carry the pregnancy to term. And if she doesn’t want to keep the baby, then we will. This way, she avoids complications, and we get the child we’ve longed for."

Ella hesitated, torn between his logic and the unease twisting in her gut. "Lucifer, we can adopt a child if we really want one."

He gave a slow shake of his head. "We could. But why go through all that when fate is giving us this opportunity? Ella, think about it. This is your own sister’s child—our family. Blood." His eyes darkened slightly. "This is meant to be."

Ella opened her mouth, struggling for words. "Lucifer, I—"

"Don’t argue, Ella," he cut in smoothly, placing a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder. His grip was warm, reassuring. "You know I would never do anything that isn’t in Sofi’s best interest. I’ve decided this for a reason."

She swallowed hard. "Mom and Dad will never agree."

A smirk ghosted across Lucifer’s lips before he replaced it with a softer expression. "I’ll take care of them," he assured her. "They won’t be a problem."

Ella exhaled shakily, uncertainty still written all over her face. "I should go. Sofi is alone."

"Of course," Lucifer said smoothly. He stepped back, allowing her space to leave, his eyes unreadable.

As soon as she turned and walked away, his expression shifted. A slow, triumphant smirk curled on his lips.

"So easily wrapped around my fingers," he murmured under his breath, his voice laced with satisfaction.

Finally.

Finally, his child would come into this world. And once the baby was born, once Sofi’s grief and pain consumed her, he would be there—to hold her, to comfort her. To become the only one she could rely on.

And when Ella was gone? When her presence no longer stood in his way?

His path to making Sofi his would be wide open.

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