Six weeks had passed since Dante's fall.
Enough time for the immediate chaos to settle. Still, there were things within that mansion that didn't fit any common definition of normality, elements that simply existed apart from any previous logic.
Lucy was one of them.
The name came up almost casually, in the middle of a conversation that wasn't intended to be important, but ended up becoming definitive. "Lucifer" carried too much weight, too much history, too many expectations for something that, at that moment, possessed absolutely none of that. "Lucy," on the other hand, was… light. Simple. And, above all, appropriate to what she demonstrated herself to be.
Because despite appearances—
Lucy was a baby.
