Ancestral Lineage

(A Year after Lucifer and Lilith met...)

What happens when beings of opposite genders live together for a long time?

The answers may differ. They could be siblings, their closeness born of blood and trust. They could be strangers from different paths, slowly shaping a bond of companionship that remains steady but platonic. Rare, simple possibilities.

But what happens when they are more than that? When their reflections align too closely, when their similarities outweigh their differences? What happens when one has already tasted the other, bound by the sharing of something deeper than flesh? When each is beautiful, alluring, impossible to ignore in their presence?

And most of all—what happens when they are the only intelligent beings in a world starved of reason, surrounded only by emptiness and beasts?

The answer is not mere closeness. It is something far more dangerous. It is the slow, inevitable pull of one soul toward another. It is fire drawn to flame. It is the birth of intimacy, of temptation, of romance that does not ask permission—it demands.

...

The sweet fragrance of the red-fruited tree lingered in the air, weaving a calm that neither of them spoke of, but both felt. Lilith leaned against the rough bark, her violet-red eyes glimmering faintly in the abyssal glow. Lucifer stood a short distance away, golden gaze fixed on the horizon as though it held answers he alone could see.

"You've been quiet," Lilith said softly, her voice carrying an unfamiliar warmth.

Lucifer did not answer at once. He turned his head slightly, just enough for the molten light to catch his sharp features. "And you've been watching me again."

Her lips curved into the faintest smile, unashamed. "You're difficult not to watch."

The words lingered between them, heavier than the heat of the abyss. Lucifer's golden eyes met hers, reptilian slits narrowing, not in threat but in something else—curiosity, perhaps… or recognition.

He stepped closer, the sound of his bare feet against the charred earth unnervingly soft for one so heavy with presence. Lilith did not move back. Instead, she tilted her chin up, her hair-tendrils stirring faintly as though alive.

"You've changed," Lucifer said at last, his voice low. "Not just your form. Your presence. You carry yourself differently now… as if the abyss itself bends to you."

Her smile deepened, but her eyes betrayed something else—something fragile beneath the pride he had helped her shape. "And you? You walk as though you own the abyss already."

Their words brushed dangerously close to something unspoken. A silence stretched between them, but it was not empty. It thrummed, alive, as though the world itself leaned in to listen.

Lucifer reached out—not fully, only a hand hovering near her cheek, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his pale skin. He did not touch. He did not need to. The pull was already there.

Lilith's breath caught, her voice almost a whisper. "Is this what you meant by… identity?"

Lucifer's golden eyes darkened, his lips curving in a faint, dangerous smile. "No. This is something else."

The abyss was silent, save for the fruit-laden tree rustling softly in a wind that did not exist.

...

Three days passed beneath the ever-burning glow of the abyss, though time here had no real meaning. The sun never touched this place; only the molten rivers marked the hours with their shifting light.

Lucifer sat beneath the great fruit-bearing tree, one knee drawn up, his long red hair spilling like a cloak of fire around him. His golden eyes were half-lidded, but not with sleep—he never truly slept. Instead, he watched the tree's crimson fruits sway gently in the still air, as though moved by some unseen breath.

Lilith sat nearby, her back to the trunk, her hair-tendrils brushing against the blackened soil. She had grown quieter these last days—not out of hesitation, but as though she were listening, always listening, to something only she could hear. Every so often, her eyes would flicker toward Lucifer, lingering a moment too long before darting away.

"You're restless," Lucifer murmured at last, his voice breaking the long silence.

Lilith's lips curved slightly, a smirk that revealed both truth and denial. "And you're observant."

"I've always been observant," he countered, turning his head toward her. "But you… you've been different. Since that night."

Her smirk faded into something softer, more elusive. "Perhaps I have. Or perhaps you've only just noticed."

Their gazes locked again, and for a long moment neither looked away. The abyss seemed to hold its breath, as though the weight of their presence was enough to command stillness itself.

Lucifer broke the silence first, though his tone held none of the disdain it often carried—only curiosity, threaded with something he did not name. "You're becoming more dangerous every day, Lilith. Not because of your power… but because of what you're turning into."

She leaned her head back against the tree, her violet-crimson eyes glowing faintly as they never left his. "And you're the one who shaped me. Should I thank you… or blame you?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, but he did not answer.

The tension remained unbroken, shimmering like heat over molten stone. Neither moved to close it, yet neither pulled away. In the abyss, where nothing else lived, the unspoken between them grew louder than any word.

...

The fourth night came.

The abyss stirred uneasily, as if it too felt the pull of inevitability. Lava rivers cracked and surged louder, spilling light across the blackened land. The fruit-bearing tree behind them swayed, though there was no wind, its fragrance thick and heavy, clinging to the air.

Lucifer stood at the edge of the hill, his long red hair falling like fire down his back. His golden eyes burned against the horizon's endless dark, patient yet restless.

"You're watching again," Lilith's voice came softly, breaking the stillness. She approached with unhurried steps, her tendrils of hair trailing faint red at the tips.

"I don't watch," he corrected, his tone calm, though it carried a weight that had not been there before. "I wait."

She tilted her head, her violet-crimson eyes glowing faintly. "For what?"

His gaze shifted to her, molten gold locking onto her intensity. "For you."

The words hung between them like a blade balanced on its edge. For a moment, neither moved. But the abyss, the tree, the very air seemed to push them closer, as though creation itself conspired in silence.

Lilith stepped forward, her breath steady though her pulse quickened. "This is dangerous," she whispered, not in warning, but in acknowledgment of the truth.

Lucifer's lips curved faintly. "So are we."

When his hand finally touched her cheek, it was not the simple meeting of flesh—it was something deeper, something that pulled at the very core of their beings. She leaned into it, her eyes closing briefly, and in that moment, their souls brushed.

A shock rippled through the abyss. The lava rivers flared brighter, the tree's aroma grew dizzyingly sweet, and the silence of the void rang like a struck bell.

Their foreheads met, gold fire against violet-crimson glow. No words, no names—only resonance. When their lips finally joined, it was not hunger, not need. It was recognition. Two beings finding reflection in each other so complete it transcended flesh.

It was Lust—not the shallow craving of body for body, but the yearning of soul for soul, a bond so absolute it demanded existence bend to it.

And thus, the second Sin was born, rising not from corruption, but from love that defied the abyss itself.

...

It was hot, but it didn't burn. It was cold, but it never froze. It made her legs weak, but she had a foundation to rely on. She didn't understand, neither did he. But they didn't shun. They welcomed it.

It ignited a certain power in them. A power that transcended everything they knew. It was the most primordial thing they'd ever experienced. Something stronger than pride. Lucifer didn't know what name to give it. His mind was too hazy and engulfed in that pink-colored smoke to even think correctly.

Lilith knew what it was. She had seen her dead comrades do it before, but in a more barbaric way. There she realized.

Pride was never the first Sin. This was.

Unlike Pride, this was engraved in all beings the moment they came into this world. Pride could be grown, achieved, made, but this was eternal. It had always been there; she just never felt it.

It was something so sweet that she wanted to let go of everything and stay in it forever. His lips, his large and warm hands, his body and that hot rod sticking out of the cloth tied to his waist.

This was the epitome of all sin and the truest emotion of any living being.

Lust.

She knew what it was. It came with its twin. Love.

She loved Lucifer. Lucifer loved her.

Where there is love, there's lust.

This was Lust, the second sin for her, but the first Sin in existence.