A Dance Of Gods ✓

8. Area 51

Once again, I'd like to remind any readers that this is purely fiction and I am not trying to offend any religious group 😅

Also there is A LOT going on in this chapter- I may cut some of it from the paperback book.

Lucifer

People being afraid of me isn't exactly a new concept- what I find fascinating is how quickly she switches back and forth; comparable only to the start of Elrinora and I's complicated friendship. She studies me like I'm a kidnapper promising to be nice from now on out if she just comes with me quietly, and I really can't blame her. I've read some of the stories my father's had written about me. It's hard, but I do try to put myself in her shoes.

  I picture her growing up in a broken family , like mine just much smaller- being forced to go to church every Sunday despite their issues. She may have protested at first, struggled with her identity- but somewhere along the line she decided to accept her parent's religion. Biggest mistake of her fucking life.

In her eyes, I see someone who is both terrified and curious of this new world I've thrown at her. She is calm now- but how much longer can that last? How soon will she come close to or have another break down?

  As usual, my father does not answer my questions.

   In the beginning, he told me everything that will ever happen has a good reason to. As the thousands of years have gone on and I've seen the worst of the worst, my faith in that statement has waned.

But not hers.

She finally tucks her hair behind her ears, takes a long, drawn out breath- and the tension in her body dissipates. I stare in disbelief. I didn't expect it to be this easy.

Her eyes dart away for less than a second, then she's both blushing and frowning. Human emotions are confusing-

"Fine. Why are you staring at me and what is it you want to teach me?"

  I grin. This should be entertaining.

  This time, she is the one raising her eyebrows, waiting on an answer.

  "I was.... Just making eye contact. Take my hands?" I say, more of an offer than a demand.

  She tentatively holds her own out, ready to snatch them back at any second. I intertwine our fingers, holding our hands together hard by human standards and feather-light by hell's.

  She is not scared now but looks like she's about to be so I decide I'll do my best to make this quick. I focus on her palms, connecting them to mine. I then close my eyes and think of the desert I often visit while here, picturing the surroundings slowly fading in around us.

  "Lucifer what... what's happening what... why do I feel so weird?" Her voice is weak and I do not enjoy it, but it is necessary to get her to our destination.

I've done this well over a million times, but I try to be gentle as I get to what newer, powerful demons call the worst part. The world spins around us faster than the speed of light and all color drains from Taylor's face.

  Just a few more seconds....

  I release her hands as the spinning stops and grip her shoulders instead.

"Okay- I'm gonna let you go now. You may be dizzy so.... be careful."

She holds a finger up as if to say "Give me a minute"- so I leave my hands an inch away from her just in case. When she's done being pale, I move even further away.