"Why are you crying little one?"

I stood in front of the stall and listened to Queen as she tried to hold back her tears. If I could hug her and comfort her I would, but that wasn't possible. Even if I wanted to, I wasn't truly the maternal type.

I heard her stand up and move towards the door but I held a hand in front of it. "Don't open the door."

"Why?" She asked softly. I could almost feel her sadness and it was painful at the very least.

"You can't see me, yet," I answered. I closed my eyes and watched her hand fall from the door and she sat on the toilet once again as tears fell down her cheeks.

"What am I?" She asked. If only it were that simple to tell her. Cole told me the question she asked, but I didn't think her reaction would be so severe. I thought that letting her live as a human would be better than what I was.

"I can't tell you quite yet," I said as I laid my head on the door. I watched as she buried her face into her hands and her body shook with another round of tears. Come on Queen, I didn't name you that for you to cry in a bathroom stall...of a restaurant. "Why are you playing so many games with me?" She asked softly.

"Because it's fun?" I answered in an unsure tone. "If you ask a few people, they'd tell you it's my thing."

I didn't want to play games or deceive my own daughter, but it had to be this way. Soon enough, I could reveal myself to the palace and to her, but for now, I needed to not let my emotions get in the way of this.

She remained quiet on the other side of the door and in my mind I watched her looking at the door blankly. I didn't want her to be miserable. Everything I did was for her protection, for her to be happy. "Can I hold your hand?" I asked softly. I watched as confusion passed her features and I smiled to myself. She looked just like her father.

God I miss him.

"Why?"

"You don't remember me." I said, "but we used to be quite close."

"Why don't I remember you?"

"I will tell you at the party," I said.

"I'll hold your hand if you tell me your name."

I held my breath and I was about to say no but my mouth wouldn't let me. For so long I've wanted to be near her, with her knowing who I was, and this was finally my chance. Syn already knew who I was and that meant Lucifer did, so what harm would there be in telling her?

I just couldn't tell her I was her mother. That was the only thing I had left as leverage besides my secrets.

"My name is Lilith," I answered honestly. I watched as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth in shock. Not the reaction I wanted, but I expected it.

"Lucifer's first love? That Lilith?"

"That's the one," I said dryly. I hated being remembered as that. Like being with him was all my identity was. I did a hell of a lot more than be the man's wife.

"I heard you're a bitch," she muttered.

That's no way to speak to your mother, Queen.

The fact that everyone kept calling me that was so annoying. I was a bitch for doing what I did, but no one talked about Lucifer's mistakes. I'm sure he wasn't being called a bitch.

"I've heard it too," I said. She giggled softly at my words and I smiled.

"Are you going to kill me?" she whispered.

"No, I wouldn't hurt you," I assured her. Why would I ever hurt my daughter? I always wanted the best for her. Of course, I wasn't mother of the year, but I loved her from afar. And that was the best decision I could've ever made. Having Queen on the run with me wouldn't have gone down well.

There were people who would try to kill Queen if they found out about our connection. The only reason I was finally able to expose it now was that she was finally old enough to protect herself.

Once I touched her, her powers would be returned to her and the spell I put over her all those years ago would be lifted. That was a part of the reason I wanted to hold her hand. I needed her consent though. I couldn't barge in on her and touch her to give it back. She needed to want to do it herself.

"Okay." She sighed.

"So, since I answered...can I hold your hand? I'd ask for a hug, but I don't want you to see me." I said.

"Why did you bring me back to life?"

"It wasn't your time," I replied. "I'll answer all your questions soon, trust me."

I watched her take a deep breath and stand up. She crouched down and reached her hand under the door. A tear rolled down my cheek and I mimicked her position.

Here we go. I love you, little one.

I laid my hand into hers and held back my tears as she squeezed it. It reminded me of her infant days when she wanted nothing more than to hold onto my finger. "I like your heels," she said through the door as her hand remained in mine.

I laughed softly and wiped my tears with my free hand. "Yes, stilettos are a girl's best friend. Do you want them?" I asked.

"No, I can't take your shoes," she said softly.

"I insist," I said as I used my other hand to take the shoes off. "Consider it a late birthday gift."I was now barefoot on the bathroom floor, but I didn't mind it like I normally would have. Generally, I could be a germaphobe, but I was okay.

I handed her the shoes from under the stall and I saw her smile at them. "Thank you."

"Of course," I replied. "I must go now, but no more crying. You aren't human and I'm sorry for all the secrecy, but you are a million times more amazing, you'll see."

Her powers should be coming in any moment now. She just needed to learn how to control them.

"Okay..."

"Goodbye, Queen. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, Lilith."

With that, I reluctantly let go of her hand and disappeared from the restroom.