Annabelle, will you be much longer? We're gonna be late to your mum's party!" I hear Lucifer scream at me.

I take a final look in the bathroom mirror. Fixing my red lipstick which matches almost perfectly with my dress; of a well fitted backless red silk material.

"Coming!" I shout back.

I put the lipstick into my clutch, flip my fingers through my fringe and curled locks one last time and head out into his bedroom.

I can't help my grin when I see him in a perfectly tailored black suit. His dark red silk tie left undone. He looks incredibly handsome. The city lights behind him flicker in the reflection making him look all the more so like an unreachable creature.

I drop the velvet clutch onto the bed where my coat is resting and walk up to him. I grab the two ends of his tie and begin twisting it around perfectly, just like my dad once taught me when I is younger.

"I think you are right, we do have to hurry, otherwise I'll start asking you to use this tie to bind my wrists together while you fuck me," I whisper as I finish tying up the silk stands.

"I'm sure I can come up with something like that for later tonight," he says with an equally as big of a grin while he finishes the job. Hooking the top button of his shirt and pushing up the tie to the collar.

"I'm looking forward to it," I say, placing a gentle kiss on his lips so to not leave any lipstick stains, before turning around to grab my coat.

Lucifer takes the coat from me and helps me into it, repeating that little familiar act he always does when he puts my jackets on for me. His thumb tenderly caressing the skin at the back of my neck.

He moves my hair to the side and places a warm kiss right under my ear and whispers, "I can't wait to taste that sweet little pussy of yours while your tied to my bed."

I gulp loudly. The thought of what he said is making me wet already.

"If you keep talking like that, we will never make it to the party."

He chuckles, before placing another kiss on my skin, this time on my cheek.

"We should go then," he says while taking out his arm for me to hook around.

Arriving at my mums, we are greeted by many of her friends. Most of whom I don't even know who they are, but I politely greet them anyway.

Standing near the entrance, Lucifer helps me out of my snow-covered coat handing it away to the person in charge of the cloakroom. My mums interior design job surely has provided her with quite the lavish lifestyle, not as luxury as Lucifer's, but definitely her style.

With Lucifer's warm hand on my bare lower back we walk into the living room area. Christmas music plays in the background but the laughter and chatter of everyone around us overpowers the musical tunes.

My mum's Christmas tree glistens in the background. Its natural wooden scent arousing the room amongst some amazing baked goods.

"Do you think, we'll manage to find someone we know here?" I state dryly leaning myself into Lucifer's embrace a little more.

Just then I hear someone blaring my name. A deep but girly and enthusiastic voice. A middle-aged female in a black shimmery dress comes pushing past the guests.

"Annabelle, oh it's so good to see you!" she says opening her arms up for me. Lucifer's arm around me drops to allow her to engulf me in her hold.

I hug her back, running my hands on her back.

"It's good to see you too auntie," I say back smiling.

She holds me at arm's length, examining my features.

"Ah, look at you, I haven't seen you since your graduation, your becoming such a beautiful young woman."

I smile in response, but her deep greyish-blue eyes peak up at Lucifer.

"And who is this handsome man?" she asks giving me the eye.

"The names Damien, ma'am," he replies cutting in.

My auntie offers her hand to which Lucifer takes to kiss her knuckles.

"Oh, stop, Ma'am," comments my auntie in a laughter, holding her hand up to his cheek then rest on his shoulder.

"Call me auntie," she adds before tipping her body forward to look at me.

"You've really hit the jackpot with this one Annabelle," she says slurring some of her words.

Oh dear, looks like half of the guests are drunk already. And who knows what else my auntie will be capable of saying with more alcohol in her system.

"I think they have enough of your drunken ass Helen," we hear someone say. Once I turn my head around, I see my mother in a beautiful cream coloured silk dress. Very elegant, and very her.

My auntie ruffs audibly.

"You don't get to see your sister as often as you did, yet you still act like the big boss, huh?" she mocks her twin sister.

I have to lift my hand up to my mouth to restrain a chuckle. I remember growing up and hearing their little sisterly arguments.

When I guise up at Lucifer, he looks confused, but does seem to be enjoying their little bickering as his hand goes up to my waist once more.

When my gaze goes back to the two women in front of us, my mother pinches my aunties arm in a playful manner.

"Go back to your husband Helen, he's been looking for you," she says, rolling her eyes and wrapping the perfectly manicured fingers of her other hand to her champagne flute.

My auntie cusses under her breathe before her bright smile appears again, turning towards Lucifer and I, giving us both a big hug and kiss on each cheek.

"You two have fun, I'll see you around," she says before disappearing into the crowd.

Before my mother can get a word in a waitress walks up to us offering us the same champagne flutes. The young blonde and green-eyed female eyes Lucifer as we take our glasses. Things like things will forever bother me. Every other woman on this planet wanting him for herself, but it's something I will eventually learn to ignore. He chose me, even after everything that we have been through together.

I tense up my shoulders and take a sip of my champagne. All while Lucifer begins rubbing his palm against my back in reassurance.

"I'd like to speak to the two of you," says my mother. Her tone of voice yells seriousness.

What can she possible have to tell us on a special day like this?

"Did something happen mama?" I ask worriedly.

"I just need to tell you something, the both of you, it's important that you know after what happened, come into my office," she orders us to follow.

Hesitantly, we follow her lead and take a seat at the sofa chair opposite her art desk. I watch as my mother closes the door, turning the nob to lock it so no one on the other side can come in. The noise of the guests and the music become nothing more than just a silent muffle. But that is in stark contrast to how I feel. My heart is pounding with nerves.

Lucifer's hand reaches over to me, grabbing my hand in his and squeezing reassuringly.

"What is so important you have us locked in a room?" asks Lucifer taking the lead.

"I need to tell you the truth behind my pregnancy, in fact, I think it's more useful as information for Damien, or don't you go by the name Lucifer?" she states taking a seat in her office chair.

What in the world does she know? Holy fuck! I feel paralysed with shock as I rapidly turn my head to see Lucifer glaring at my mother.

"Ha-," I try but my mouth is dry from disbelief. I cannot possibly make a single word come out of my mouth right now.

"How long have you known?" asks Lucifer sternly.

"Since the beginning," she replies simply.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" I finally manage to ask sounding annoyed, being annoyed.

My question prompts them to break their eye contact. Lucifer lets go of my hands and looks out the window, frost and snow covered while my mother looks at me.

"It isn't so simple, remember when I told you I got pregnant and lost a child?" she asks reminding me of my time at the hospital when it also happened to me. The memory still hurts, but I know with time I will heal.

I nod to my mums question.

"You were supposed to be a twin Annabelle, with the help of his father," she says cold-heartedly, grazing her eyes to look at him.

Fuck. She doesn't mean what I think she does, right?

For a second I feel lightheaded, like I am about to pass out, but I soon snap out of it when Lucifer stands to his feet and pushes the chair, throwing it across the room. The act startles my mother and I but neither of us budges from our seats.

"What the fuck does my dead father have anything to do with Annabelle?" he asks slamming his hands on her desk so hard it cracks a little.

I close my eyes. She cannot possibly tell us that I am related to Lucifer in some way. Fuck! That would mean I fucked my brother.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I murmur under my breathe as I shift in my seat to look away. My mouth covered by my hand to stop anything from building up.

"If it isn't for Satan, I wouldn't have been able to get pregnant again, not after he got me pregnant with twins," states my mother in a motion of slight fear.

Lucifer chuckles annoyingly.

"That's impossible, he's been dead for over three- hundred years!" he yells at my mother, standing back up straight.

He begins pacing the room, undoing his tie and the top buttons of his shirt.

"Your father is very much alive Lucifer, in hiding somewhere where I don't know, but when I is a little younger than Annabelle, we crossed paths, we have a complicated relationship-," she begins but I cut her off.

"Just get to the point mother," I state harshly.

She looks taken aback. Damn right she should be. She lied to me. To Lucifer! For all those god damned years. How can she!

Is literally everyone around me just going to continue lying to me. First my dad, then my sister and now my own mother. This is too much. She's supposed to be my blood. Someone I can trust.

"Satan got me pregnant, with twins, I miscarried but only one, Elizabeth, survived," she states sorrowfully, looking down like she is ashamed of herself.

As she should be. I can't believe she wouldn't tell me any of this before, and especially not when she found out who I is dating. Fuck! I feel like such a fool now, all this time she know who he is, she know before I did!

"What about me?" I ask not taking my eyes off her.

"I struggled to get pregnant again when I got together with your father, all because of what happened while I have Elizabeth, so I went to Satan for help, he introduced me to Lilith, long story short she gave me something that have me get pregnant with twins again, but the deal is that I sacrifice one of you for his pleasure, because he needed an innocent babies' blood, I don't know what for, but I got to keep you!" she states in desperate happiness.

I stare at her blankly.

"Do you know who Nina is?" I end up asking.

I feel hope that she might know something, but I'm confused in what answer I might want to hear, so I hold my breath as I wait for her to speak. Tears only begin to pull in her eyes, and she looks more remorseful than ever before.

That is my answer, she know fucking everything.

"I'm so sorry Annabelle," she whimpers through her tears.

"Do you know what she did?" I ask, my voice cracking as the memories of Nina slicing a knife across my father's throat come rushing back. All the red liquids mixing together to the point I can't tell what is my father and which one is my child's, makes my blood boil.

"I only ever mentioned, you have to understand, I-I,"

"It is you behind all of this, this entire time!" I yell at my mother.

"How can you do this to me! You gave her the idea to kill dad, to kill my fucking child how can you do that to me, your only living daughter!" I yell at my mother standing up to my feet.

I want to run at my mother and slap some sense into her, but Lucifer appears behind me and grabs a hold of my arms, pressing me against him as he holds me still.

"Annabelle don't do anything you'll later regret," he whispers in my ear.

I try to struggle out of his embrace, but he keeps a solid grip onto me. I watch as my mother stands, whipping her tears away from a tissue she grabs from her desk.

No words are spoken between the three of us as I calm myself down and when I do, Lucifer's grip on me loosens until they drop completely.

I twist myself around and for the first time in a while I look at Lucifer who is just standing there, emotionless. Then his gaze meets mines and the stone-cold expression disappears in his eyes. He grabs my hand.

"We should go Annabelle," he orders softly.

I don't fight it. I'm too mad at my mum to be able to stand being in the same room as her and look at her face.

It's difficult to process the whole fact that Lizzie is, or more like is Lucifer's sister. Thank god I'm not the sister. That would have been beyond a disaster. And disgusting to know I fucked my brother. But thankfully we share no blood.

I can't even begin to imagine how lucifer feel though. For so many years, hundreds in fact, we thought that his father is dead. Now we find out that he's alive? What in the world is this? A drama movie?

We walk out of my mum's office. Tugging on Lucifer's hand I lead him up a flight of stairs up to my old bedroom. It still has the pink bed sheets and all my teddies lines up on my bed.

I lock the door behind me and watch as he sinks onto the edge of my bed. Leaning forward he shoves his face into the palms of his hands.

My heart is full of love and empathy for him. I walk right up to him, drop down to my knees and hold his hands, trying to peel them away from his face.

"Hey, look at me Lucifer," I try softly, encouraging him that it's okay for him to feel vulnerable in front of me.

When this doesn't work, I rise and sit on the bed beside him, my fingers softly playing with his hair, down the back of his neck and rub his back.

There's nothing I can say to make this right. Nothing I can say to make my mother's actions forgivable. She have a chance to make it right the moment she met him, yet she refused to do that. She may be still my mum, but it will take me a while to be able to forgive what she has done. It's just so cruel.

"Lucifer?" I whisper his name.

That's when he lowers his hands and places his head on my lap. I wrap my arms around him as if he were my child that I am trying to protect. He clenches back to me. But as I look down at his face, his eyes aren't red or moist. He hasn't even shed a single tear over what has happened.

"Talk to me, what are you thinking?" I ask gently.

A small smile appears on his face, looks a little forced but his eyes tell a different story. It has me worried.

"My father is alive, and roaming somewhere, but if he want anything to do with this life he wouldn't wait three hundred years, he's not a patient man, it's like he did die and that's how I interpret the situation," he says calmly and logically before shifting himself off my lap.

He brushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses it.

"How are you feeling? With regard to the whole twins and your sister?" he asks brushing his thumb on the back of my neck.

I turn my head to look at him.

"I can ask you the same thing, we basically found out that we shared a sibling," I comment ruefully.

"Good thing you aren't the one, although, you'd make a pretty hot sister to fuck," he jokes.

"Oh my god, stop! That's disgusting!" I tell him off, slapping his chest and pushing him away from me, but he doesn't budge, all stays still apart from his hand which trails down to my lower back. He laughs in defence then stiffens his face.

"What happened, happened Annabelle, we can't change the past, the most important thing is that we can still be together."

"You don't want to break up with me after the stunt my mother pulled?" I asked worriedly, biting down on my lower lip so hard I am sure it's about to start bleeding.

"Your mum is not a reflection of you, your different in so many ways, stronger, loyal, someone I admire, cherish and love Anna."

His words pop a smile to appear on my face. He makes me the happiest woman in the world. I lean forward to kiss him. We grab a hold of each-other faces and don't let go. Not until I can no longer taste the champagne in his mouth that he drank earlier.

"Do you wanna head home now?" he asks pulling away, licking his lips as the desire from his eyes doesn't disappear.

I nod in response feeling too breathless to say any words.

After we say our goodbyes to the family members that I can remember by name, we hopped back into Lucifer's car and began driving back to his penthouse. At least that's where I assumed, we were going. Twenty or so minutes into our drive he stops at the forest entrance that we are both now all so familiar with.

"Why have we stopped here?" I ask him, looking outside the car windows. The snowfall has become heavier. I can barely see anything into the far distance.

"You'll see," he says with a chuckle before getting out of the car.

I try to say something, but he closes the door behind him in a nanosecond. I sit back in my seat and watch as he walks around the car to my side, opening the door and taking off his wool coat.

"What are you doing?" I ask again, rubbing my hands against my thighs as the frosty coldness bites my skin.

"Now where would the surprise be if I told you?" he says taking his hand out for me to take.

Hesitantly, I intertwine our fingers together, his natural body heat warming up my cold skin. I twist my legs around out of the car until they crunch in the snow.

Lucifer pulls me up to my feet and pulls his coat over my head. I shut the car door and take the other end of the coat while he begins guiding us deeper into the forest. Faster than I can keep up while wearing heels in such weather.

Not appropriate Lucifer!

"You gotta slow down if you want me to make it with these heels," I say in low mockery.

"Then come here," he says, dropping the coat from above our heads to the ground and hooking is arms around me to lift me up bridal style.

I giggle in excitement, his wrapped arms around me help to keep me warm as he continues to walk.

I don't pay much attention to our surroundings. Not when I have a handsome Devil carrying me off somewhere.

"Will you finally tell me where you are taking me?" I ask as I watch snow fall onto his face. He doesn't even flinch. The little snowflakes begin to melt even before they touch his skin.

"Not a chance princess, besides why tell when I can show you," he says while putting me down.

"Huh?" I let out confused.

When I find my balance and let my eyes wonder I notice something completely enchanted.

"What, how-how is this possible?" I ask without being able to take my eyes off the scene. I am almost too afraid to take a step inside.

"Go ahead," encourages Lucifer, placing his hand on the low of my back, urging me to take a step forward.

We walk through an arc of some sort, makes completely of red roses, frozen and covered in snow. But not a single petal is out of place.

Once we walk through, it is like we are trapped in a magical confined place where no one else has access to. The snow beneath my feet is melting away revealing hundreds, maybe even thousands of red rose petals. Around us, a snowfall blanket. It's like we are trapped behind glass, but when I stop to stretch out my hand, I can feel the coldness of the snowflakes landing on the palm of my hand.

I turn to face Lucifer, his eyes sparkling.

"H-how is this even possible?" I ask completely and utterly mesmerised.

"I have a little bit of help," he replies with a smile, urging me to keep walking.

As I turn to continue walking forward it only now occurs to me what all of this can mean. But am I, really right? What other possible reason would he let something like this happen.

God, I really don't want him to walk all over my hope right now.

Once we get to the end of our destination, a lake, I almost freak when I step onto a frozen water thinking it might crack.

"It's okay, you can step forward," he supports me.

With his hands wrapped around me we walk into the middle of the lake. My heels clicking and echoing around us.

Brusquely, we come to a stop.

"What are we doing here, Lucifer?" I ask cocking my head to the side a little in inquisitiveness.

He smiles down at me, so bright and big that it makes the corners of his eyes crease a little.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, we're alone, just the two of us," he begins.

I watch as he reaches one of his hands into the pocket of his slacks and takes out a velvet black box.

Before I know it, he goes down on one knee. My heart stops and I feel like I need to grab onto him as my legs begin to wobble. Is he really going to do this?

"Let this be the start of our future together. I know your worried about that because you are human and think you don't have enough time with me, but I want to make every second of that time count and I want to do it with you as my wife," he states opening the box to reveal a ring fit for an ice queen. A blue diamond with flawless clarity. It's like snow and the frozen like mashed together. It's perfect, its beyond perfect.

Tears begin to pool in my eyes.

"Lucifer," I whimper.

"I know we have been through a lot, but I can't see myself in the future without you, so I am asking you...marry me Annabelle."

I bite down on my lip to refrain the smile and happy tears from overflowing. I feel a whirlwind of emotions and all I can do I nod.

"Yes," I let out, but I feel so overwhelmed I can't hear myself say it. I can't believe this is happening.

He slides the weighty diamond on my finger, stands and kisses me passionately.

All I am one hundred percent sure of is that Lucifer Morningstar is the one for me.

My unholy love, forever and always.