[ WP ] Satan is a single father trying to raise his son , who , in a rebellious phase , is all into peace , love , and harmony .

It was humiliating. Lucifer was the mightiest of angels, though fallen, and he alone ruled the most feared realm in existence, and yet here he was, pushing around a shopping cart full of items they did n't need. His son Azazel was the one doing most of the shopping, though. 
 
 `` Dad!'' He called, a large smile on his face. He ran a hand through his blonde-gold hair, like he always did when he was nervous. `` Can we buy some canned foods?'' 
 
 Lucifer gave his son a strange look. `` Why do you want canned food? We do n't eat.'' 
 
 He laughed lightly as though Lucifer had been joking. `` It's not for me, Dad, it's for the homeless shelters.'' 
 
 `` Homeless shelters?'' 
 
 He nodded. `` Y'know, for homeless people?'' 
 
 Not even a little surprised, Lucifer sighed a little too disappointedly. `` You want to help a bunch of humans who are too weak to help themselves?'' 
 
 Azazel looked taken aback, and his eyes flashed a dark yellow, a sign that told Lucifer that he had messed up yet again. This whole parenting thing was difficult. Did Lucifer always have to agree with his son? Even when he loathed every choice he made? 
 
 `` Just because they're weak does n't mean they're worthless, Dad. You would think you could relate.'' 
 
 Lucifer bristled with oncoming fury, and he ground his teeth together. `` What is that supposed to mean?'' 
 
 Azazel did n't miss a beat even though he knew the consequences. `` You know what I'm talking about. *He* gave you a second chance when you did n't deserve it. He saw strength when your brothers disagreed. Grandpa spared you.'' 
 
 Neither father nor son could comprehend Lucifer's movements. Suddenly, Azazel was being shoved against the rack, and Lucifer was seething. Azazel had never spoken so outwardly like this before, and had never brought up his grandfather. He knew that was a sensitive topic for Lucifer. 
 
 Yet, his son was n't hurt, or sad by his father's outburst, but strong. He was defending himself without uttering a single word. No one ever talked back to the Prince of Darkness, they both knew that, and although he had meant every word, the razor at the edge of his tongue carved the words to defend Lucifer, too. That was foreign territory, but he recognized it nonetheless. 
 
 Lucifer hated the way his own anger evaporated. He could n't be angry at his son for merely speaking his mind, especially when he learned it all from Lucifer, and besides, it had been true. God had given him a second chance with Hell, and a third with Azazel, and only now was he beginning to learn. 
 
 Lucifer eased himself off of Azazel, but would n't let himself meet his gaze. Perhaps he'd have to grow up a little too if he wanted that privilege. 
 
 `` Alright, Azzie.'' he whispered. `` If you really want to, we can help.'' 
 

