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The sterile white walls of the hospital did nothing to ease the tension in the air. The Sinisters stood outside the emergency room, their expressions carved from stone, yet their eyes burned with emotions they rarely allowed themselves to feel.

Lucifer, Rafael, Izrael, Michael, and Gabriel—the five of them, silent but seething, waiting for news on their little sister.

Rafael ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. The last time they had been this tense was when they were under attack, their mother in labor, fighting for her life. And now, years later, that same suffocating tension had returned—only this time, it was their sister fighting for hers.

Inside the room, doctors worked tirelessly, the faint beeping of machines the only sound accompanying their frantic movements. Haven was unconscious, her body bruised and fragile. Blood loss had been severe, and the moment the doctor requested a blood transfusion, Michael immediately stepped forward.

"She's lost a significant amount of blood. We need to transfuse immediately. What's her blood group, sir? We will have it arranged."

The brothers tensed. They didn't even know her blood group.

The doctor understood their silence and said, "I'll run a test now."

A few minutes later, he returned, his expression unreadable. "Her blood type is O-negative. I have asked the nurse to get it from the blood bank"

The brothers exhaled in relief, but before they could fully process it, the nurse ran toward them, her face pale.

"Doctor, there's no O-negative in the blood bank."

Their relief vanished instantly.

Michael and Gabriel immediately grabbed their phones, scanning through their systems to see if any of their guards, maids, or men had the same blood type. The answer came back grim—none of them did.

Izrael, already on edge, snapped. He strode toward the doctor and grabbed his collar, his grip tightening. "What the hell are you doing? You better get the blood arranged, or I will drain every drop of blood running in your damn body!"

The doctor struggled, choking. "S-sir, I-I—"

Before the situation could escalate, a firm voice cut through the tension. "Hey, let go of him."

Izrael barely turned his head before a woman—one of the doctors—stepped forward, shoving his arm away. "At least he's trying to save her. What do you think of yourself? That you can intimidate blood into existence?"

The lead doctor gasped for air as his eyes widened, shooting her a panicked look. "Keep quiet. I apologize on her behalf, sir!" he stammered, fearing Izrael's wrath.

Gabriel, still scrolling through potential donors, muttered, "I can't find a match anywhere."

The female doctor looked at the brothers and said firmly, "I have O-negative."

The doctor looked at her in relief, immediately preparing for the transfusion.

Izrael narrowed his eyes at the woman.

Lucifer ordered "Then do it fast."

The doctor nodded, collected the necessary blood, and began the transfusion.

Once the procedure was complete, the female doctor gathered her things to leave. Before she could step away, Lucifer extended a sleek black card toward her, alongside another platinum card that only a select few in the world possessed.

She looked at the tall man, his white shirt now laced with blood. Her gaze shifted to the others, then back at him.

"Take these," Lucifer said smoothly. "The first is my direct contact. The second is access to whatever you need, whenever you need it. Consider this a token of gratitude from us for saving our sister."

The woman barely glanced at the cards before pushing them back into his hand. "I don't need them."

Lucifer raised his brow.

"Are you sure?" Rafael asked.

She met his gaze unwaveringly and then back at Lucifer. "I'm a doctor. And a human. I didn't help your sister expecting a favor in return."

With that, she turned and walked away without looking back.

Lucifer kept the cards back in his pocket. It was a bit surprising for him since people don't leave such opportunity.

Izrael watched the woman disappear down the empty corridor, his jaw tightening. No one helped anyone without expecting something in return. So why had she?

The silence was interrupted by the doctor "She should regain consciousness by tomorrow. Your sister is out of danger now Mr. Romanov"

The brothers sighed in relief.

—

The following morning, Haven stirred weakly, her eyelids fluttering open. She groaned feeling the pain all over her body.

She looked around and found the men. The men that saved her. The men who were her brothers. Her family.

Lucifer, Rafael, and Izrael were asleep on the couch, while Gabriel and Michael sat on either side of her, on a chair, sleeping uncomfortably.

She swallowed dryly and tried to reach for the glass of water on the table on her own, not wanting to disturb their sleep. Her fingers barely brushed the jug when it slipped from her grip, crashing onto the floor and shattering into pieces.

The sudden noise jolted the brothers awake.

Lucifer was the first to react. "Vida—"

"S-sorry," she croaked, her voice hoarse.

Rafael immediately reached for the pitcher and poured her a fresh glass. "Here."

She hesitated before taking it, her hands still trembling. Michael steadied the glass for her as she took a few small sips.

Michael, spoke first. "How are you feeling now?"

She swallowed and nodded. "B-better."

Haven's voice was hoarse as she spoke, her throat dry, but the weight of her question carried through the silence like a blade.

"Where ishe?"

The brothers exchanged glances, already knowing exactly who she meant.

Gabriel leaned back, a smirk ghosting over his lips. "At our mercy. In the basement."

Rafael shot him a sharp glare before turning to Haven, his voice gentler. "You need to rest. We can talk about him later."

"No." Haven's voice hardened as she pushed herself up, ignoring the weakness in her limbs. "I want to ask you something."

She paused, her gaze locking onto Lucifer. The eldest.

Lucifer had never known fear. Not when he pulled the trigger, not when he watched blood spill, not even when death loomed over him.

But now, as he looked into his sister's eyes, he knew what true fear was.

She wasn't screaming, wasn't hurling accusations. That would have been easier.

Instead, she just stared at him—silent, waiting, her eyes heavy with something far worse than anger.

Disappointment.

And then she spoke.

"Was it that easy to leave me in the care of strangers?" A tear welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let it fall. "If I was such a burden to you, such a weakness—why didn't you just kill me instead?"

Lucifer tensed. If there was one thing he regretted in his life, it was leaving her.

Rafael's jaw tightened. "It wasn't planned, Haven. Lucifer only followed Papa's last wish."

Michael's voice was steady, yet edged with an old pain. "We weren't living a lavish, carefree life either. We were surviving, day by day, hunted by enemies waiting for the perfect chance to rip us apart."

Gabriel crossed his arms, his voice quieter but no less intense. "We tried to take you back from Ammon on your eighth birthday. By then, we were powerful enough."

"But we were told you were already dead," Michael finished. "Vincent orchestrated a planned accident. We believed you were gone."

Haven's expression didn't waver. "Aerius did."

Silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Rafael's brows furrowed. "What?"

"The accident. Aerius planned it. He didn't want to let go of me, and he knew he wasn't strong enough to fight you. So he staged the accident, made it seem like we had died, and hid us away." Haven's voice was calm, but there was an underlying bitterness beneath it.

A breath hitched in her throat before she continued, her tone dull with the weight of memories.

"Unfortunately, Aezvan survived. Unlike Mom and Dad."

Lucifer's eyes darkened. "Aezvan?"

"Yes. My brother. The only person besides dad who stood by my side, always." The way she said it made something unpleasant coil in their chests.

Izrael spoke with a heavy heart. Aezvan felt like a tight slap on his face, someone else was protecting her, someone else was doing what he and his brothers were supposed to. He wasn't complaining but him failing to do so had scarred him for life already. "You mean Aerius's brother."

Haven's expression turned cold. "Don't." Her voice was a sharp whisper, filled with unfiltered rage. "That monster doesn't deserves be related with any sort of relations."

Haven's voice trembled, broken by the weight of years of suffering.

"That psychopath... He didn't even spare his own parents, his own brother, his own blood." Her breaths came in sharp gasps, tears clouding her vision. "How would he have spared me?"

Her hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her skin as anger and sorrow warred within her.

"He hurt me and Aezy in the worst ways possible," she choked out, her body shaking as the memories clawed their way back.

Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and then—her voice cracked, shattering into a sob.

"Why did you l-leave me?" She lifted her eyes to Lucifer. "Why d-didn't you just k-kill me w-when I was b-born?"

She wasn't just crying—she was breaking, years of silent agony ripping free all at once.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Gabriel clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching at his sides. He had never felt so helpless before.

Michael's usual silent demeanor cracked, his fists tightening. He was staring at the floor, his knuckles white, his breathing uneven.

Rafael had turned away, his shoulders tense, his hands balled into fists. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep his expression neutral. But his eyes—when he turned back—held something rare. Guilt.

Izrael stood still, but his entire body was rigid, his fingers twitching as if he was restraining himself from destroying everything in sight. His lips parted slightly, but he said nothing—because what could he say?

Lucifer clenched his jaw, his heart twisting at the sight of her like this. Ever since she had been under his eyes, he had never seen her weak, never let them see this side of her.

And that was what killed him.

Without a word, he sat beside her, his movements slow, careful, as if afraid she would shatter further if he touched her even a bit roughly.

Gently, he cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the endless stream of tears.

"Vida" he whispered, his voice rough, raw, aching.

She shook her head, sobbing harder, and Lucifer did the only thing he could.

He pulled her into his arms.

She didn't fight him.

Didn't resist.

She just cried, her body trembling against his as years of pain, anger, and betrayal poured out in choked sobs.

Rafael exhaled sharply and turned away again, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had never felt this kind of vulnerability coarsing through him before.

Michael closed his eyes, his breath slow and controlled, but the tension in his body betrayed him.

Izrael? He stilled, but the way his fists curled at his sides said enough. Someone was going to suffer for this.

Lucifer tightened his grip on Haven, his chin resting atop her head as she sobbed into his chest.

And for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to fix it.

"I'm sorry."

The words felt foreign on his tongue, but the weight behind them was enough to send a shiver down his brothers' spines.

Lucifer never apologized.

Never.

And yet, here he was, his voice raw with an agony none of them had ever witnessed before.

"I am sorry, Mi Vida." His voice cracked, and that was what shattered her.

Lucifer wasn't supposed to break.

He wasn't supposed to look at her with such pain in his eyes, like she had taken a knife to his heart and twisted it.

He took a deep breath as he caressed her hair.

"If there's one thing I could change," he murmured, his forehead nearly touching hers, "it would be leaving you."

Haven's breath hitched, but he wasn't done.

"I wish I could go back. I wish I had fought harder for you. But I can't change the past, Haven." He pulled her back and looked in to her eyes. His thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away a tear. "I can't undo what I did. But I promise you this—"

His hand slid down, squeezing hers. "I won't let anyone hurt you again. Not Aerius. Not Vincent. No one."

She looked at him, speechless, her heart hammering in her chest.

"P-promise?" it was just a whisper.

His throat burned. It felt like someone had wrapped their hands around his neck and squeezed. His own heartbeat was thundering in his ears, his chest tight with an emotion he couldn't even name.

He tried to speak. Tried to say the words she needed to hear.

But nothing came out.

So instead, he cupped the back of her head, lowered himself, and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. A silent vow.

And then, with all the strength he had left, he forced the words out.

"I promise."

His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it was unshakable.

Then, finally, he pulled her into his arms.

Haven didn't resist. She collapsed into his embrace, her fingers curling into his shirt as sobs wracked her body.

Lucifer held her. He held her like he had never held anything in his life.

And as his brothers watched, their eyes filled with unspoken pain and grief.

A while later when her sobs had died down, Izrael moved towards her, with a question in his mind that was eating up his soul already. He couldn't get rid of the scene when Aerius had dared to touch her right in their presence.

He exhaled, rubbing his fingers together as if debating whether to speak. In his head he already knew the answer. He had seen too much in his life, had done too much himself to be oblivious to what monsters were capable of. But he wanted—needed—to hear it from her.

He needed to be proven wrong, to hear her say that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't as bad as his mind was painting it.

He lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees as he stared at Haven. His voice, usually laced with mockery or cruel amusement, was nothing but quiet steel when he spoke.

"Did he?"

A simple question. Two words. Yet it carried the weight of an earthquake.

Haven stilled, her breath hitching as she clenched Lucifer's shirt in her fists. She knew exactly what he was asking. Her throat burned, her chest ached, and her vision blurred as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

Slowly, she nodded.

Silence.

Izrael blinked. His entire body locked up as if he had been turned to stone.

Lucifer exhaled sharply, a breath so unsteady it barely even sounded like his own.

Rafael took a step back, as if the words themselves had physically hit him.

Michael didn't move, but his grip on his own wrist was so tight that his nails dug into his skin.

Gabriel looked away, his jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.

But then—

"Since I was thirteen."

And that was when their world shattered.

Did you feel like crying? If yes? then I am really improvising emotional scenes