Chapter 9: Do You Feel Guilty?

Lucifer opened his eyes, gazing at his mother's angelic face, resting peacefully in slumber. He couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked, even while she slept.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her lips curl upward into a soft smile while she dreamed of something pleasant. He wondered if she was dreaming about him. He hoped she was.

As he stared at her sleeping form, he felt an overwhelming surge of love and affection wash over him, filling his whole being with warmth and happiness.

He realized just how deeply he cared for her, how much he loved her, and how lucky he was to have such an incredible woman as his mother.

And yet, at the same time, he felt ashamed of himself for thinking such thoughts. After all, she was married to his father. She was the mother of his sisters, the ones who had raised him since birth, taught him how to walk and talk, nurtured him as a child, and protected him from harm.

He knew this relationship between them was wrong on so many levels that it was impossible for him to even begin to comprehend the depths of its depravity. Yet he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her sexually and emotionally.

He couldn't stop himself from wanting her as a woman and from loving her as a person. It was beyond his control, and it terrified him. He felt like he was going crazy. He was torn between guilt and desire.

It took him a while to notice that Lisa was waking up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while stretching her arms and legs. When she finally opened them fully, she noticed him looking at her. She gave him a beautiful smile before asking, "Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well last night?"

"I did indeed, Mom," Lucifer replied as he returned the smile.

"That's good. I hope you enjoyed our little adventure last night. It was quite thrilling, wasn't it? Being intimate with one another like that," Lisa said with a slight giggle.

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"Why not, Mom?" Lucifer asked, puzzled by her answer.

"Because he's far too busy chasing after other women to give a damn about what I do."

"What?! But what about all the times that you guys have been acting so lovingly towards each other when he's around?"

"That's just an act, son. Trust me when I tell you that he has absolutely no interest whatsoever in being intimate with me anymore. That part of our relationship died a long time ago." Lisa explained while gazing into Lucifer's eyes, searching for understanding.

"Then why did you stay married to him for all these years?" Lucifer asked curiously.

Lisa shrugged her shoulders and gave him a smile. "In fact, the only reason why he hasn't divorced me yet is that he doesn't want to lose his image in public, and he loves his position in society as well.

Not to mention the benefits that come with it, especially when it comes to gaining access to attractive young ladies for casual encounters. As for me, I don't like flings and didn't have any thoughts about starting new relationship.

So, we had an agreement that as long as we continued living together under one roof, pretending to be a family for appearances' sake, we each could do whatever we wanted without judgment or criticism from one another."

"Well, I suppose that makes sense..." Lucifer muttered.

"Of course it does, sweetheart. People always rationalize their decisions based on self-interest, first and foremost. Whether it's a business deal or an affair, it doesn't matter; people will always put their personal goals above anything else." Lisa remarked cynically.

"In a sense, everyone has a price, and if the price is right, then anything goes."