Case 57

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  Pulling out the pan of cinnamon rolls, I softly bobbed my head to the music coming through my headphones. My hearing had gotten so sensitive now that all the noises I was hearing were becoming overwhelming, so I had to drown it out with something less exhausting. The heavy beat and rhythmic music was the best I had found so far to help with the overstimulation.

  However, the strong cinnamon scent of the rolls made my nose tingle until I sneezed. My wings popped out from the sneeze, and I groaned when I saw my food now on the floor. Then I paused when I saw the state of the pan bent up in my hands.

  "Oh...." I muttered as my eyes widened. Putting away my wings as I closed the oven, I then set the pan on the counter. I looked from my hands to the pan before trying to flatten it back out.

  The pan wouldn't budge, and I sighed with relief. I still had time before becoming a full Nephilim, but I didn't know how much longer since I was now experiencing angelic strength. Though, as I was looking at the bent-up pan, I began to wonder if I should be so eager to return to being human.

  There was an angel civil war brewing, Michael had revealed what he truly wanted, and Lucifer only had Amenadiel, Maze, and Remiel on his side. Between wanting to help Lucifer and protect myself, I couldn't do either as a mere mortal.

  Fighting with Michael in my house twice now had shown me that even though I could fight, I still didn't stand a chance against an angel.

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  "Thank you for coming, Misha." Lucifer stood up from his couch when he saw me walking through the elevator doors. "Um, how are you?"

  "Quickest answer would be that it's complicated. And I need to buy a new pan." I replied while holding up the bent dishware.

  "If only I knew how to help you. Maize still hasn't been able to find Gremory, and after Dan.... Let's just say it's been hard for her to focus on other things."

  "Honestly, at this point, I don't think she ever will. Gremory knows things about the future and might be using that to his advantage."

  "Still, I don't plan to give up trying. He may know things, but he can't see everything." Lucifer gently set down his drink. "And, um, do you know how the Detective and Trixie are?" His tone went softer like he wasn't sure how to ask.

  "They're with Penelope and Dan's parents. Is that why you asked me to come over?"

  "Uh, no. Please. Sit down, please." Lucifer waved his hand toward the couch, and how he was acting was putting me on edge. He was so nervous and uncertain, maybe even fearful if I wasn't mistaken about what I saw on his face. I sat down while placing the pan on the coffee table.

  It felt silly to bring it, but it was proof of what had happened.

  "So Dan's...." Lucifer trailed off as if he were trying to find the right words while he poured me a drink. "Dan's death-" He then sighed. "Everything that's happened is all Michael's fault. He's been assembling the Flaming Sword to win the war."

  "Is that why they killed Dan? To keep us from finding out?"

  "No. No." Lucifer shook his head and sighed again. "Michael killed Dan so that the Detective would feel guilty. So that when she dies, she'll go down to Hell."

  "What? Why? How could Chloe possibly figure into this?"

  "Because of you." Lucifer took a drink while momentarily looking away before facing me again. "Michael knows you still have guilt. And that you feel responsible for Chloe and Dan getting swept up in this mess because of who and what you are."

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