Another gift offered in hesitant sincerity. The taste of his blood in Lucifer's mouth had Alastor sighing pleasantly into the kiss, a hand running up Lucifer's back and another pausing to rest at his side. Where just a little weight was building up... where he was rounding out healthily, and carrying their child. Their Creation.

None of this was anything he regretted. He knew what he was doing, and it was worth it.

It was nice to have... a home, a family. Something he never dared to think he might deserve.