Lucy wakes up every day at almost the sa ti, even without needing an alarm clock, because her body simply decides it's rested enough and that the world outside must have new things happening. She opens her eyes slowly, looking first at the bedroom ceiling, as if confirming that she's still in the sa place as yesterday, and then turns her head to the side, hugging the pillow for a few seconds before getting up. She's still learning that days exist, that they pass, that they aren't all the sa, but she likes the feeling of starting over.
She gets out of bed carefully, because once she fell trying to get out too quickly and was a little annoyed with herself, even without quite understanding why. She walks to the door, opens it slowly and goes out into the hallway, already slling the scent that always appears in the morning. It's a good sll. It's warm. It's familiar. She doesn't yet know how to explain it with pretty words, but she knows she likes it.
"Aunt Viviane?" she calls, walking to the kitchen.
Viviane is already there, as always. She always seems to know what ti Lucy will wake up, even without anyone telling her. She's standing with her back to her, preparing breakfast with calm, organized movents, as if she'd done it a thousand tis before.
"Good morning, Lucy ," Viviane says without looking, as if she already knew Lucy was there.
"Good morning!" Lucy replies cheerfully, climbing onto a chair to sit at the table.
Breakfast is almost ready. Viviane carefully places the plate in front of her, as if it were sothing important, and for Lucy it is. Dinosaur-shaped toast. Always dinosaurs. Sotis different ones, sotis the sa ones, but always dinosaurs. Lucy likes to look before eating, trying to guess which is which, even if she doesn't always know their nas.
There are also scrambled eggs, well-made, and a glass of orange juice. And, next to it, an apple.
"That's for later," Viviane always reminds her.
"I know," Lucy replies, even if she sotis forgets.
She starts eating slowly at first because she likes to observe. Then she eats faster because she realizes she's really hungry. Between bites, she says random things, questions that co up without warning.
"Aunt Viviane, did dinosaurs really exist?"
"Yes."
"Were they big?"
"So, yes."
"Did they eat people?"
Viviane pauses briefly before answering.
"So ate at. But there weren't people back then."
Lucy thinks for a few seconds, chewing slowly.
"So they didn't eat people."
"No."
She seems satisfied with this answer and continues eating.
After breakfast, Lucy takes the apple with her, even if she doesn't eat it right away. She walks to the living room, turns on the television with so difficulty because she's still learning the right buttons, and sits on the sofa with her legs crossed. It's cartoon ti.
She really likes this part of the day.
The drawings are colorful, fast-paced, full of things happening at once. Sotis she laughs without understanding exactly why, but feels she should laugh. Sotis she tries to repeat what the characters say, practicing new words, even if it cos out a little wrong.
She likes strong characters. She likes it when soone solves a problem by hitting another person. But she also likes it when soone hugs another character and says everything is okay. She still doesn't know which of the two things is better.
Around ten o'clock, Novah appears.
"Aunt Novah!" Lucy says, getting up from the sofa.
"Bath ti," Novah replies, smiling slightly.
Lucy doesn't complain. At first she didn't like it much, because she didn't understand why she needed to get in the water every day, but now she likes it. The water is warm, the soap slls good, and Novah always washes her hair carefully, without getting water in her eyes.
"Is the world big?" Lucy asks while sitting in the bathtub.
"Yes."
"Bigger than the house?"
"Much bigger."
"Bigger than the TV?"
Novah gives a small laugh.
"Yes, bigger than the TV."
Lucy is quiet for a while, thinking about it.
After the bath cos the best part: the clothes.
Lucy loves cute clothes. Dresses with light colors, bows, patterned socks, things that make noise when she walks. She likes to twirl in front of the mirror, watching how the dress moves.
"Does it look nice?" she asks.
"It does," Novah always replies.
"I like it."
" too."
And that's enough.
When lunchti arrives, Lucy is hungry again. She goes back to the kitchen and finds Viviane preparing food she likes. There's always sothing she recognizes, even if she doesn't yet know the na.
"What's for lunch today?" Lucy asks, climbing back onto the chair.
"Food you like," Viviane replies.
"I like everything?"
"Almost everything."
Lucy thinks about this while waiting for her food.
When she starts eating, she doesn't talk much. She pays attention to the taste, the texture, the feeling of being full. Eating is sothing she takes seriously, even without being able to explain it.
"Okay," she says at so point.
"I know," Viviane replies.
After lunch, she becos a little quieter. Sotis she lies on the sofa, sotis she just stares at the ceiling again. But it doesn't take long before another important part of the day arrives.
One o'clock.
"Alice!" Lucy says as soon as she sees her enter.
Alice smiles and extends her hand.
"Shall we go?"
"Let's go!"
Lucy takes her hand without thinking twice. She likes this part too, even if it's different from the others. It's not just fun. It's learning.
They go to a quieter room, with books, notebooks, and things that Lucy is still trying to understand how they work.
"Today we're going to see new words," Alice says.
"Okay."
Alice teaches slowly. She shows letters, sounds, how to put it all together. Lucy tries to repeat, sotis she makes mistakes, sotis she gets it right, but she keeps trying.
"This here is 'world'," Alice explains.
"World," Lucy repeats.
"Where we live."
"Here?"
"Yes. And outside too." Lucy thinks about it for a while.
"Is there more to the world?"
"Yes."
She doesn't fully understand, but she retains the information.
Then cos math. Numbers. Counting things. Adding.
Lucy doesn't like it as much as she likes words, but she tries anyway.
"One plus one is two," Alice says.
"Two."
"Two plus two?"
Lucy thinks.
"…four?"
"That's it."
She smiles when she gets it right.
Then cos history, geography, things that Lucy still finds a bit confusing, but interesting. Places she's never seen, things that happened before she existed.
Sotis, in the middle of class, Vergil appears.
He doesn't talk much. He just cos in, observes, stays there.
And sothing changes.
Alice becos more… different.
Faster. More focused. More serious.
Lucy notices this.
"I like it when Daddy cos," she remarks once.
Alice looks at her.
"Why?"
"You get more engaged."
Alice blinks a few tis.
"…engaged?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what that ans?"
Lucy shakes her head.
"No. But I like it."
Alice doesn't correct her. She just continues the lesson.
The day continues like this, with small things happening, no big events, but everything important in so way. Lucy learns, observes, asks questions, keeps answers even when she doesn't fully understand.
She writes everything down.
In her own way.
With simple words, sotis wrong, sotis repeated, but always honest.
…
The silence of the room changes when the page ends.
There is no longer a child's voice narrating.
There is a book.
A diary.
Small, but full of pages already filled.
Vergil holds the notebook in one hand, leafing through it slowly, unhurriedly, reading each line with an attention he rarely shows to other things. His eyes scan the simple words, the mistakes, the repetitions, and yet… he doesn't correct anything.
Lilith is beside him, watching over her shoulder.
She doesn't comnt imdiately.
He closes the diary carefully.
And then—
A small smile appears.
From corner to corner.
It's not exaggerated.
But it's clear.
"It seems that of Lucifer," he says calmly, turning the notebook slightly so Lilith can see better, "she only has the soul."
He pauses briefly, still looking at the diary cover.
And then adds—
"Look how cute."
Lilith kept her gaze fixed on the pages for a few more seconds after Vergil finished speaking, as if she were still processing every detail of what she had read. It wasn't just the content itself, but the way everything was simple, direct, almost too innocent for soone who, theoretically, carried the soul of sothing so… ancient. She turned another page slowly, even though she already knew there was nothing more there, just to confirm, before closing the diary with unusual care.
"I really thought sothing bad was coming," she said, without taking her eyes off the closed notebook, her voice lower than usual, but not out of tension. It was more… reflection. "So sign, so distortion, anything that would indicate that this 'simplicity' was just a superficial layer."
She looked up then, finally looking at Vergil.
"But there's nothing there."
A short pause.
"She's… just a child."
Vergil continued with a slight smile on his face, leaning back in a relaxed manner, as if that conclusion wasn't exactly surprising to him. His fingers still held the edge of the diary, but without any intention of taking it back, just maintaining contact.
"For now," he replied calmly, without dismissing the possibility, but also without treating it as sothing imdiate.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes returning to the diary for a mont.
"I'm still trying to understand how she was ford," he continued, now more analytical, as if organizing his own reasoning as he spoke. "Because, in the process… I didn't create anything new. I just joined Lucifer's soul to a functional structure."
He paused briefly, his fingers tapping lightly on the arm of the chair, thoughtful.
"But the result…" he murmured, looking back at Lilith, "…doesn't reflect the origin."
Lilith crossed her arms, leaning her weight slightly against one side of the table, still watching him intently.
"Are you saying that sothing in the process… filtered it out?" she questioned.
Vergil shrugged slightly.
"Or reorganized it," he replied. "Or perhaps… the new structure simply didn't support what it was before."
He didn't seem worried.
If anything, he seed… curious.
"A soul, however powerful, still depends on the vessel," he added. "And that vessel was created from scratch, without history, without external influence, without… context."
Lilith was silent for a mont, absorbing it.
"So you basically gave a 'fresh start' to sothing that shouldn't have that option," she comnted.
"Basically," he confird, without hesitation.
She let out a small sigh through her nose, uncrossing her arms.
"This could go very wrong later," she said, direct as always.
Vergil didn't disagree.
But he didn't seem bothered either.
"It could," he replied simply.
A pause.
Short.
But weightless.
"But for now…" he continued, turning his gaze back to the diary, and this ti the smile returned more evidently, though discreetly, "…as long as she continues to develop in this way…"
He lightly tapped the cover of the notebook with his finger.
"…there's not much to complain about."
Lilith followed the gesture with her eyes.
And, despite everything—
She ended up agreeing.
"She's easy," she said.
Vergil nodded.
"She's calm," he added.
Lilith let out a small, almost involuntary, smile.
"…and she likes dinosaurs," he finished.
Vergil let out a slight chuckle.
"That's important," he said, in his usual serious tone, which only made the sentence more absurd.
Lilith shook her head slightly, looking away for a mont, as if accepting the whole situation without needing to question it further.
"I just didn't expect this," she admitted.
Vergil closed the diary completely then, holding it more firmly now, but without tension.
"Neither did I," he replied.
And yet—
Neither of them seed particularly bothered by it.
Because, in the end—
There was no imdiate threat.
There was no instability.
There was nothing but a simple, organized, predictable routine.
A child.
Learning.
Living.
Growing.
And, for sothing that should have been a problem—
That was… strangely acceptable.
Lilith slowly moved away from the table, crossing the space with calm steps, like soone who had already decided that, for now, she didn't need to intervene in anything. Before leaving completely, she paused for a second, glancing sideways at Vergil.
"Just try not to transform her into sothing else in the middle of the process," she comnted, without really expecting an answer.
Vergil raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I don't transform," he replied.
A pause.
"I adapt."
Lilith rolled her eyes slightly.
"Of course."
And then she left.
Vergil was alone for a few seconds, still holding the diary. His eyes scanned the cover once more, as if reconsidering every detail of what he had read.
And then—
He put the diary aside.
Without haste.
Without worry.
Because, at least for now—
Everything was exactly as it should be.
Simple.
And, for him—
That was enough.
User Comments
0 comments from readers