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Damien was born at 3:33 AM on a Wednesday. The sky turned blood red. The bakery downstairs started producing cursed croissants. And Lilith, my beautiful, terrifying, pregnant demon princess, squeezed my hand so hard she broke three of my fingers.

That’s when the floor cracked open, and a seven-foot-tall man in a bespoke crimson suit stepped out. He had my father’s disappointed frown, a lion’s mane of fiery hair, and eyes that contained the heat death of a thousand suns.

She laughed. It sounded like wind chimes falling down a staircase. “I’m Lilith.”

Damien can levitate blocks. He’s also learned how to unlock the child-safe latches on the cabinets. He refuses to eat anything that isn’t shaped like a dinosaur. Last week, he turned the cat into a small, furry cube. The cat was fine after an hour. Damien was born at 3:33 AM on a Wednesday

She laughed. The room filled with the scent of sulfur and honeysuckle.

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I whispered back.

“Because he’s petty!”

The wedding was a nightmare of gothic splendor. My groomsmen were three imps who kept stealing the rings. Lilith wore a dress of shadow and starlight. She walked down the aisle to a dirge played on human femurs. The officiant was a rotting corpse who kept forgetting my name. When it came time for the kiss, Lilith whispered, “If you ever leave me, I will hunt you across every plane of existence.”

She burst into tears. Not pretty tears. Ugly, snotty, hormonal sobs. “My father is going to kill you. Then he’s going to resurrect you. Then he’s going to kill you again, slower, while making you watch a marathon of The Bachelor .”

Lilith stood in the doorway. She was wearing yoga pants and a hoodie that said “I <3 My Dad” with a little pitchfork replacing the heart. She was also holding a glowing ultrasound image. She laughed

And in that moment, surrounded by hellfire and hormone-fueled chaos, with Satan crying actual tears in the corner and a literal demon midwife asking if I wanted to cut the cord with a flaming sword, I realized something.

She was tall. Not supermodel tall— intimidating tall. Hair the color of a raven’s broken dream, cut into a jagged bob. Skin pale as fresh parchment. Lips that looked like they’d been stained with blackberries. And her eyes… they were the exact shade of a shallow, sun-drenched sea—turquoise, warm, and utterly, terrifyingly human.

The room spun. “But… I wore a condom.” cut into a jagged bob.