Lucifer

Chapter 23

I looked at myself in the mirror, taking in the new changes. I poked my face, wanting to make sure it was indeed mind. The moons on my forehead were glowing brightly with the same soft golden light as the rest of me.

Even my eyes seemed to flicker with the golden glow.

The only problem was I didn't know how to go back. Trozzer had appeared shortly after, drawn by the commotion. He had stood in the doorway for a long while, his mouth gaping open.

We had all decided to go to the sitting room just off the foyer. Moving around proved somewhat awkward for me as the wings were cumbersome and I had no idea how to move with them.

As Lucifer had said once about his own, they were very sensitive. I felt everything they touched a million times more than if I had with my own hands. They were hyper sensitive.

"Now we know for sure she's got something angelic about her. This is just like my shows!" Levi cooed, not entirely understand the situation.

"Now is not the time for that, Levi. This is real," Lucifer admonished.

He lingered protectively around my back, no doubt aware of the overload in my senses from my new additions.

"Yes, this is quite the development," Trozzer are said without nearly as much vigor as I had expected from him.

"How do I go back?" I asked.

Everyone looked at me with confused expressions.

"You have a second form. Don't you know? How do you do it?" I asked again, a little hysterical.

"Yes, but it's hard to explain. You just... let it go," Mammom supplied weakly.

"I dont even know how I grabbed onto it!" I balked.

"That's why it's hard to explain," Beel interjected.

I wanted to bang my head against the wall, but standing up would be a huge task at this point.

"I sent one of my servants to get Divaolo. He might have some suggestions," Trozzer told us, folding his hands in his lap. He eyed everyone in the room carefully. "What happened?"

"Satan got mad at Isabel," Asmo answered, leaving out many details.

Satan looked down at the ground. He, at the very least, looked sorry.

"Over what? What could you have possibly been arguing over to such an extent?" Trozzer pushed.

"She was trying to defend you," Lucifer cut in angrily.

Trozzer looked genuinely shocked for the second time. Clearly, he hadn't thought I was serious, or was just surprised I had acted so quickly. Either way he didn't respond.

"Isabel!" Divaolo exclaimed.

Yet another person to gawk at me, great. I was growing quickly tired of all the looks.

"You should see the dining room," I joked dryly.

"Explain," Divaolo demanded of us, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Satan and I got into a fight," I said a little exasperated as I tried to stand up. Lucifer was quick to catch me from behind. "I tried to defend Trozzer and he didn't like it. He attacked me in his demon form, which triggered my... angel form?"

Divaolo looked from me to Trozzer and back again slowly.

"I see," he said with effort. "That would explain your new development," he finished, glazing over the Trozzer issue.

I wanted to pull my hair out. These demons were going to kill me. Ignoring the fact that one of the actually did just try less than an hour ago.

"Do you know how I can change back?"

"Considering this was a panic induced transformation I would recommend claiming down."

"I am clam!" I snapped.

Clearly he didn't know to never tell a woman to calm down.

Divaolo shook his head.

"No, you're not. Everything is heightened in this state. While you may feel calm, you're really not. You're part angel, at the very least. Angel's and demons are enemies, and you are sitting in a room with nine high ranking and powerful demons. Not to mention the fact that one of them just put your very life in danger."

I frowned. They all did seem more intimidating than usual. Their features seemed more angular, sharper. Overall I did feel uneasy, like a lost kitten surrounded by hungry wolves. Similar to how I felt when Lucifer and Asmo had suddenly appeared after my trip down the Helevator.

"Alright, fine. What do I do?" I surrendered.

"I would go somewhere else with less of us. Your room, perhaps?" He offered with a shrug.

He didn't really have a concrete answer either.

I rolled my eyes, but obliged him. My awkward attempted at walking made my progress slow, but Lucifer was there with me every step of the way.

"This is a mess. I'm a mess," I sighed as I ever so carefully sat on my bed.

I laid my head on his chest, exhaustion overcoming me. Lucifer ran his fingers through my hair. It was very soothing and made me feel like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"Its probably best if I go, so you can rest," he whispered softly to me.

I gripped him tighter.

"I feel better when you're around."

As if to confirm my words I began to feel my internal grip on the power loosen. It was as if I had a knot in the center of my body, my soul. A knot so tight that it forced me to be ever watchful, and when it loosened everything relaxed inside me.

The strangest experience of the whole thing was my wings receding. Being as sensitive as they were it felt like a million tiny pin pricks crashing down them like a wave. The sensation was painful and pleasant at the same time.

When Lucifer had shown me his form it had all seemed so immediate. The reality of the situation was much different. I hadn't even realized how much I was gripping the fabric of his uniform, or how taunt my body had become.

"Its much easier after the first time," he told me.

I released my grip on him and fell back onto the bed heavily. I was thankful to be back to normal. It was much easier to do, well, everything. My back twitched constantly at the new formed muscles.

"Lay with me?" I asked, beckoning him into the bed.

Lucifer chucked lightly and crawled next to me, the soft covers lulling us to sleep as I rested my head on his chest. I slept easily that night, no nightmares of my own making or otherwise.