Asherah was sure she didn't recall how long it had been since she had actually hugged her son.
That alone was truly saying something, because she remembered almost everything, whether she wanted to or not.
But Asherah pushed out most of the memories that concerned her oldest son. Each one was like a new scab that bled with the most minor of provocations.
A single thought was sometimes enough to ruin her entire day. And yet, when she saw her son again, after years of being at odds, she allowed herself to act on instinct and hug him.
Lucifer was surprised at first. He remembered his mother as a slightly more dignified and reserved figure. He hadn't seen her weep since the day of his revolt.
Back then, the sight had almost been enough to make him withdraw. But Lucifer felt he had come too far and made too many promises to walk away.
So he endured.
He gambled.
He lost.
And they hadn't spoken since.
