Family had always been important to Sabrina. Even more so when all of the lies about her heritage had come into play and she’d been completely rejected by the monster who’d had a hand in creating her. She felt ridiculous that it had hurt to be tossed aside like she had when she’d wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord and all of his cruelty. But rejection was a funny thing, especially on the cusp of her father’s ghost’s hateful tirades as well. So getting to know a version of Lucifer Morningstar that was the opposite of everything that she had known had been a blessing. One she’d been steadfastly hesitant about at first and then had embraced as their time in Vallo spanned onward.
And now a sister.
Sabrina couldn’t help but brim a little with excitement about the idea of it. There had been other children of different devils who’d arrived and left Vallo throughout the eighteen months or so, but they had all rejected any sort of solidarity or been like a month old. So she was a little ridiculously excited about meeting up in person with Rory.
She’d chosen one of the parks near Lux and was sitting on one of the benches near where the food trucks were lined up as she waited for the other half-angel to show.
A sister wasn’t a new concept to Rory. But that was Trixie, on her mom's side of the family. An alternate universe one born to a Lucifer who was apparently as big of a D-Bag as Rory had once taught her dad to be was a wild concept, even for an angel. Rory had no idea what to think when she’d first hear of Sabrina. She still didn’t know, but curiosity was bringing her to that park.
It was close enough that she chose to walk, taking the opportunity to see more of the new city that Lux was situated in. She ended up slowing down while walking past a few food trucks, tucking their menu away in her head for coming back to later. Rory hadn’t realized there were so many that were that close to Lux, she was going to have to take advantage of that as quickly as possible.
She’d asked Lucifer to see a photo of Sabrina so she would know who to look for. So when she spotted Sabrina sitting on a bench, she paused again to study her. She looked just like the photo, not much younger from the age people assumed Rory was. Was this meeting going to be awkward? Maybe. But it was just a first meeting. No need to get ahead of herself.
“Sabrina.” she said when she started to approach the bench. Rory lifted her cat-eye sunglasses off of her eyes, folding them up and tucking them into the pockets of her jeans. “Hey. I’m Rory.”
Sabrina rose as soon as she heard someone saying her name, spotting the other girl a few seconds later. She didn’t want to come off too strong here so refrained from any sort of hugging. Though maybe Rory would have been used to that? Sabrina remembered that Ella had been a hugger. Maze had not been though.
Well, not at first anyway.
But it was probably best not to push her chances just yet.
“Hey!” Yeah that was probably a little too enthusiastic, but whatever, she was just going to own it and smiled brightly in greeting as she unwound the scarf she’d been wearing a bit. “Do you want to walk and talk and then maybe grab some food or do the food part and walk and talk while we’re eating?”
Wow, yep. Very enthusiastic. She was used to that though. Between Ella, and Eve in some sense, people who embodied enthusiasm was not a new concept. Her mouth twitched up just slightly, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by anything.
“Oh, we’re getting food?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Cool. Let's talk while eating. There’s a food truck that reminds me of Kogi BBQ in LA and I need to see if it’s anywhere near as good. Possibly followed up by cupcakes.”
She started walking back in the direction she came, assuming Sabrina would start walking with her. “So your dad is Lucifer. A Lucifer, and nothing like the one that’s here?” From her understanding, the Lucifer from her world was basically just claiming the spot. Which did not line up with the vision Rory had held in her head for decades, but did make more sense with how she was starting to see him now. Not only based on how younger Trixie had described him, but also the idea that he would be disgusted by any Lucifer in existence that acted like that.
“Everything is always better food.” Well, almost everything. But at least its presence made things more tolerable. She did head along with Rory though, not entirely sure which food truck she was talking about but BBQ did sound delicious as did cupcakes.
“The Lucifer in my world is a manipulative asshole who likes destroying everything and anything, tortures others for fun, has repeatedly hurt the people I love, and tried to force me into becoming his Queen.” Did grey clouds roll in while she was talking about him? Maybe, but they quickly rolled back out again as she shook her head. “He’s not a nice man. Not that he’s even a man. But he’s not someone anyone would ever want to meet. And his Hell is...nothing like the one in your world either from what I’ve heard of it.”
Sabrina shrugged. “So nothing at all like dad who’s here.” Was she supposed to call him that right now? It had slipped out so easily after having called Lucifer dad for nearly over a year now. “You’re just getting to know this one?”
Rory never hid what she was thinking or feeling on the surface, and her expression reflected how messed up she found the entire situation Sabrina was describing to be. “Does he realize how creepy it sounds that he wants his kid to become his Queen?” It had never once occurred to her that as Lucifer’s kid that he would ever want her to take on any management role in Hell. Had she thought about taking Hell over when she used to tell herself she was going to kill Lucifer? Yeah, of course. She’d imagined it again when she was sitting on the throne. But it never went further than that.
Rory’s eyes shifted to look at Sabrina when she referred to Lucifer as ‘dad.’ Rory didn’t know what to think about that, and she wasn’t going to overthink it. At least not at this moment. “Yep.” she said, her eyes now back on the food truck she was aiming for. “He wasn’t around when I was growing up. It’s a whole time loop thing, long story.” she said with a save of her hand, dismissing the notion that she was going to dive into it. It was something she was still processing herself, she wasn’t ready to share it. “I’ve met the past version of him though, who was just a little further ahead than Lucifer here. I’d just time traveled back to my own time before I landed here.”
She arrived at the food truck she had mentioned, there was just a couple of people ahead of them in line. The sliders were still calling her name. So was the smell wafting from inside.
“I’m pretty sure he reveled in how messed up it was,” Sabrina replied with a shrug. It felt the same when he’d allowed her ‘twin’ to marry Caliban at sixteen in a dress straight of Beetlejuice. Anything to put it to the False God or God or whatever that being was anymore. Just another one who’d let them all down in the end like every other god in her world.
Sabrina wasn’t about to poke at why Lucifer hadn’t been around for Rory growing up. There had to be a reason because she couldn’t really see him up and abandoning his kid without one, but that wasn’t for her to know. She ordered herself some sliders and a drink once they were at the front of the line. “Did you have to rewrite yours? Timeline I mean.”
“I had to go back once and try to fix things.” She’d saved everyone else’s life but ended up being the one to die not even half a year later. At least the others were safe. Except for Nick, but Sabrina wasn’t letting herself go down that rabbit hole. “Time manipulation is a bitch here though.”
Rory raised both eyebrows at the mention of Lucifer revealing, and then shook her head. There were just some things she did not want to think about. The idea of being born to any Lucifer who fell into Hollywood's depiction of him was disturbing.
“No, no rewriting the timeline.” Though the idea had been tempting, Rory would never be able to justify changing the path Lucifer needed to go on now that she had the full story. “Not only because I would have had to listen to an Uncle A speech if I did. But the time loop had to be maintained.” The only way Lucifer found his calling is if she grew up feeling abandoned. It sucked. But it had to be done. Plus it kept Linda bankrolled for many years.
She could feel the magic of Vallo. She didn’t know how to describe it, it was just different from how things were at home. Rory had heard the speech about how it just was. She wasn’t overly concerned. “I haven’t really tried anything since getting here. I don’t know if I really want to.” Rory had no idea how far her potential for time control could go. If she could time travel, maybe she could also do what Uncle A had done before he ascended to God. It wasn’t really a priority for her to find out.
When it was her turn, she ordered some sliders and side kimchi, passing over any drink. “So if you’re not the Queen of Hell here, what do you get up to in this place?”
“Well. Hell sort of thinks I’m Queen of Hell here which is annoying but it's been quiet lately.” Hopefully Vallo wouldn’t throw her into a different time stream again so it acted up and let out demons and other creatures from the forest. “It’s locked up pretty tight in the forest though and I mostly go there to take care of the hounds or work on releasing spirits that don’t deserve a continued eternity of torture.”
The sliders were delicious and messy, but Sabrina murmured a quick spell to clean up the bits of sauce that had fallen on her sweater. She liked the burst of flavors though and would be adding it to her list of places for date night.
“But other than that I’m taking classes at one of the local universities and usually have rehearsals for one play or another.” Either for school now or the local community ones. “Hang out with my friends, do stuff with the covens, bug my boyfriend at his club, and make sure the hellpuppies aren’t causing any chaos. What did you do for fun back in your world?”
“I guess that explains why I can still sense Hell.” she said after considering Sabrina’s words. “I thought it might just be a Devil’s kid thing. Glad that’s not the case.” So hell existed in this reality, on this plane, but locked up in the forest. Rory also didn’t miss the food vanishing on Sabrina’s clothes, or the fact that she had spoken something before it vanished.
Rory filed these bits of information about Sabrina. Theatre, boyfriend, hellpuppies (that explained the one at Lux), classes. She’d wager Sabrina was probably actually around the age she looked, unless she was looking to earn multiple degrees or something.
“Depends, I guess. Whatever I want? I can’t really settle in with humans for too long.” except for her human family members, most would eventually take notice of her not changing. “Did the college thing a couple of times. I spent a few years traveling around with Charlie- my cousin - seeing the world. Sometimes I like to do shows, like club performances or something at Lux. Try to help my celestial side of the family from failing miserably while interacting with humans. I spent some time living in the Silver City, because why not. I like cars, older ones. I’m a sucker for police dramas too.”
“Yeah, its my Hell that’s here. Vallo was kind enough to send pieces of it through.” Sabrina pursed her lips, not bothering to hide her annoyance with it. “I didn’t know who my real father was until like the day before I arrived here so Dan--he was my guardian--thought it might be Vallo’s way of trying to get me to accept the different pieces of me.”
“But that doesn’t seem to be an issue here--settling in around humans. I think some of the other species that live here don’t age like they do and maybe some of the witches here age slower too. Witches age slowly in my world though I’m not sure if I’ll ever age or not.” Not that she’d had a chance to find out considering she’d died in her world. But there would be no grand sacrifices in Vallo from her.
With everything that Rory was saying though, Sabrina was beginning to think that she wasn’t the age that she looked. Which wasn’t too surprising. Her aunts and cousin were far older than they had looked as well. “How old are you?”
Vallo forces people to deal with things. In a sense, that almost sounded like her world's hell. But at least it didn’t seem to be any kind of continuous loop of horrible. “Maybe.” she said with a shrug. “I don’t know any of the details but I heard this place can be more dramatic than dad.” If there was anything she knew for sure, Lucifer was dramatic.
What she was going to do here, she hadn’t considered. She still wasn’t considering it as she ate her way through her sliders, savoring each messy bite. There was never any point in being in a rush to figure out what to do next when you eternity. “You keep saying witches.” Rory finally said, “And you mumbled something to clean your shirt. You’re a witch? Is that like a Lucifer thing in your world? Or is the other side of your family witches or something?” She knew there were all manner of creatures in her world, something she had figured out over time.
Wiping off her hands with a napkin, Rory smiled at Sabrina’s question. “Younger than a century, but decades older than I look. I’m trying to avoid some specifics so I don’t give mom and dad- mostly mom really- too many details about the future.”
“Gotcha. I’m a few weeks away from my eighteenth but I’ll stay looking like this for however long I do.” She motioned to herself before continuing, “My cousin looks like he’s in his twenties and he’s over a century old.”
“But well, I was raised as a witch but technically I guess I’m not one. The man I thought was my dad was a warlock so I was supposed to be half-mortal and half-witch. Which was a whole thing because humans don’t know about witches being real in my world.” Or weren’t supposed to anyway. “But turns out it’s half-mortal and half-celestial instead.”
“It honestly makes my head hurt to try and figure out exactly what it all is.” Because she could do magic like the witches in her world and then other stuff as well. She didn’t always need spells. Some of it seemed tied to Hell. Some of it definitely wasn’t. “So Spellmans are witches and I’m a Spellman, even if technically not by blood.” She was still one in all the ways that mattered.
“So does the Lucifer in your world cast spells too, and that’s why you have similar powers as witches?” It was kind of interesting. Half angel but kind of seemed to function more like a witch. Actually, it was kind of cool. Mutter a few words, get rid of slider stains. That was probably the least of it, but whatever. She was very positive she’d never seen an angel in her world cast any spells. I guess they didn’t really need them though.
It sounded complicated though. But what was life, really. “Sounds cool though. It’s probably nice to be able to grow up in a community where you’re not hiding who you are.” She had a community where she could be herself with her dad's side of the family, and with her immediate family who knew her. But forming friendships when she was younger? Yeah, that had been a struggle at times. While other kids learned to ride bikes...well, she did too, but Rory also had to learn things like flying, not manifesting a devil face when she was angry, being careful not to injure anyone in gym class, etc.
“I don’t think I ever saw him do spells but he was the one who gave magic to witches. Or at least one of the ones. He had his own abilities though and I can do some of them. I haven’t really tapped into much of that though.” She really had no idea what the Lucifer in her world was capable of. Her aunts hadn’t talked about him much when she was growing up and then she’d spent a year defying him at every turn, not getting to know him.
“Dad was helping me here with my persuasion powers when those suddenly manifested after I was here for a few months. Not a big fan of accidentally making people do things.” It was too much like manipulation and she’d dealt with that enough from other people in the last two years that she hadn’t wanted to dole it out to anyone else.
“And well, I wasn’t able to share the magic side of me with my friends until about a year ago. It was a lot of hiding that sort of thing. I wasn’t part of the witch community until I turned eighteen because they weren’t a fan of my half-mortal side. But I had my aunts and my cousin. And I had my friends at school, even if I had to hide half of who I was from them.” She’d dealt with her own magical outbursts here and there growing up, but Greendale had its own craziness that it had been easy enough to hide anything she’d accidentally done. “It's not a worry in Vallo though. Not with how integral magic is to this place. No need to hide anything which is nice.”
Rory had no idea how far Sabrina’s powers went, but she kept listening as she talked, trying to learn more about this alternate universe version of Lucifer’s kid. They were clearly very different, and Rory had no idea how far those powers of hers went. But they sounded like something that could be dangerous. They could all be dangerous, but being able to make someone do something point blank was a new one for her.
At least the hiding part she understood.
“I get it. Mom was nervous to send me to school as a kid, because how do you explain why a kid can sprout wings?” Luckily there hadn’t really been any incidents that she was aware of. If there was, she assumed her uncle had taken care of them. But she’d also realized that humans found a way to ignore a lot. Never as an adult had anyone noticed her flying, at least not enough to bring attention to her, and that happened a lot. People made excuses when they didn’t want to know something. Which was convenient at times.
As Sabrina mentioned that there was no need to hide in Vallo, a centaur happened to walk past them, deep in a conversation with a minotaur about some kind of drama that sounded like it was from a TV show. Rory watched them pass for a moment before turning back to Sabrina with a look of amusement. “I’ve noticed.”
It wasn’t as startling as it had first been to see different creatures walking about for Sabrina, but it still managed to throw her every so often. The city was a lot more mixed too than what she’d ever really experienced in the forest. Everything was a lot faster paced as well which she was enjoying.
“You’ve got wings? Are they like dads or different?” Sabrina had none. Though she could still fly. Just winglessly. She wasn’t too sure how exactly the wing thing worked for them. It wasn’t something she’d ever really thought to ask.
“Different. Every angel's wings are distinct to who they are, even if sometimes it seems like the only difference is color choice.” She had no idea if Lucifer ever talked to Sabrina about self-actualization with angels in their world, but she was going to assume yes. Though hers were especially different, even among other celestials. In a word of options everyone seemed to default to white, black, or various shades of brown. Lame.
It was a point of pride for her, to have what (she considered) the most badass wings around.
“That’s really cool. Did you go for something even more distinct than the others?” Sabrina didn’t think that Rory really seemed like a white feathers kind of girl. If she ever got wings though, she’d probably want something that said ‘fuck you’ to her own version of Lucifer. Though she wasn’t quite sure what that would be just yet.
She was curious. Maybe perceptive. Rory very obviously went for the vibe of sticking out, so it would probably make sense that her wings would too. Or maybe it was something else entirely that Sabrina was posing that question on. “I’d argue that I have the most badass wings out of all the celestials, and win.”
Rory leaned back on the bench, crossing one boot clad leg over the other. “But I don’t think any of them had the imagination or influence to come up with something different. Why would they need to?”
“I hear grandpa is a bit of a hardass so it’d make sense if their creativity and originality was stifled some.” At least from what Lucifer had told Sabrina that seemed to be the case. She’d never met that God, just the Goddess and even that had been pretty short lived. “But yeah, I guess they wouldn’t have really thought about doing anything completely different from one another.”
“Are you going to be living at Lux? Be careful if dad says he’ll pick out your bed because you might end up with a racecar one.” Because Lucifer was ridiculous. Endearing but ridiculous. She shifted so she was sitting criss cross on the bench, still picking away at her fries. “They don’t fit two people very easily in them. And I’m sure you met Luci Jr by now but I dunno if Salem would have stopped by yet. He’s my familiar. He’s a cat and dad and him have this ongoing playful feud going on. But he likes to sun himself on the piano sometimes.”
God, and the Goddess. She heard them mentioned from time to time. Rory had no idea what the right answer was when it came to knowing everything, and how you go about being them. “I never met them, but the new God does things differently. Maybe eventually I’ll have more cousins to shake things up.”
Where she was going to be living was a good question though. Home wasn’t here. So Lux would be the next thing. “That doesn’t surprise me. He tried to make up for missed Christmas’ with giant teddy bears and hiring some dude to play Santa in the middle of August. I’ll probably end up at Lux. In one of the free apartments below the penthouse, with control over the interior design.” She’d probably enlist her mom’s help to make it feel just a little more like home. “I’ve met the dog. He’s cute. Haven’t seen a cat though. I’ll keep an eye out.”
A new God. It was still a little weird to think about how that could even be a thing. Changing out Gods in charge of Heaven and Hell, like it was no big deal. Well, it was always a big deal, but Sabrina knew the idea of it weirded out people when their own beliefs were tied into different religions and those in charge weren’t their relatives. It still made her pause every so often and she was related to them.
She nodded along with the apartment idea. Lucifer had offered something similar to her and Nick when they’d been trying to figure out where to go after the mortuary. It’d been a nice offer, but they’d ultimately turned it down, wanting something smaller for themselves. “Don’t let his mom hear you say he’s cute. Maze gets annoyed when any of her puppies aren’t referred to as little hellions.”
Oh right.
“Maze is the hellhound mom. Dad helped me name her when she first showed up. And then when the other Maze showed up and the hellhound was pregnant, she got to name one of the puppies and decided on Lucifer for it.”
She was thrown for a moment, because the Maze she knew didn’t have any kind of puppies at all. But once explanations were given, that explained why there was now a hellhound named Luci junior.
“That sounds like something Aunt Maze would do.” she said with a nod. “Troll each other until the end of time.” She had to wonder if there had ever been any sort of impact on humanity from the potential chaos. While she knew Maze better than Lucifer, if they were best friends then there had to be all sorts of potential for hilarious disasters.
Rory would probably do it anyway just to see hound-Maze’s reaction.
“Wel, I think I’m going to raid the cupcake truck. One of every flavor, two if there’s not many options. Want to come with?”
Sabrina tried to not look too eager over the invite, but she liked the lack of awkwardness. At least she wasn’t feeling any while talking to Rory, not too sure if it was the same on the older girl’s side or not.
“I am definitely down to get cupcakes.” Maybe not one of every flavor, though her sweet tooth might want to agree to that. She could hear her inner Dan cringing at the lack of vegetables in her current meals--though technically, weren’t french fries a vegetable? Like pizza?
“Cool, I think it was the first truck I saw coming into the park.” So it wasn’t too far away, it would probably just take a few minutes to walk there. “On the way you can tell me more about these plays you’re in. Musicals? It’s been a while since I’ve seen a theatre performance.”
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities to see them here if you want to. Or participate in karaoke or really anything with singing of some sort.” If there was one thing Vallo did right it was promoting a variety of art ventures. “I’m trying out for a new one that one of the local theaters is holding auditions for this weekend.” Fingers crossed she’d get some part in it.
“But okay, let’s get cupcakes,” Sabrina continued before going into probably too much detail over the last musical she was in, the upcoming one she was auditioning for and the one she was doing for university.
Rory didn’t know what she was going to do with her time here. Karaoke had potential for some nights, at least that was something potentially fun to look forward to. Maybe some performances at Lux, or other bars. Theatre wasn’t really her thing, but she liked to watch and support it.
So she threw out her napkins and disposables from the food and then fell in step beside Sabrina, listening to her talk about her different projects at school and with the community as they headed towards cupcakes.