Voices of the Spirits

Battlefield

Micah stared at me as if I was mad. "Of course I can, vessel. I am an angel, after all, not some ordinary human. But you won't be able to beat him or any of us as you are now."

I cocked my head to the side in curiosity. "What makes you think I want to win? I already know that I won't. I want to test my skills and prove that I am worth the effort of being a vessel of one of the most powerful beings on the planet. I want to prove that, with time, I can stand at his side."

You are not my mate, so don't get any ideas, Lucifer stated bluntly.

I am ten years old and you were fighting demons before the dawn of humanity. Of course I'm not your mate, especially since I don't even know what that entails. I shot back.

The blue-eyed angel snapped her fingers, transporting us to a grassy plain with nothing in sight for . "Well, it's interesting to be my own person after so long," Lucifer commented. "Welcome to our battlefield, child, where all of us fallen angels, angels and demons wage our endless war against each other. This is also where you'll prove your worth in order to live alongside me."

I felt the wings dissipate from my back and I stood on my feet unsteadily at first, almost falling again. When I regained my balance, I looked at Lucifer, who was standing in all his glory right next to me.

He looked... almost godlike, certainly like a king about to lead his army to battle. Lucifer chose to appear as a man who could pass as a teenager, covered in white silver armor, which showed by its size how well-muscled the king was. He had short white hair that was a bit messy, but only just so.

"What happens if I fail your tests?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "It doesn't usually happen because vessels and the beings inside are drawn together by their compatibility and balance. But if you fail to prove your worth as an equal or someone who can be my equal... I absorb your soul and your body dies. My soul withdraws from your body and I stay with my subordinates who also do not have a vessel."

"In other words, the time spent inside you is wasted, as is your life." Micah narrowed her eyes in a glare. "This is why I suggest you wait, child."

I thought for a moment. It would be better to wait, I suppose, unless... "How do physical capabilities and fighting skills transfer from the human world to here?"

He gave a wolfish smile. "You enter in peak condition, but you do have the possibility of injury and death. Time flows slower here than it does in your world. A day here would amount to six months in your world, so be careful how long you stay here while you aren't merged with me."

"Merged?"

"It's extremely rare for vessels to do. A vessel's soul and the soul inhabiting the vessel's body merge together. Sometimes the minds merge as well, but they usually remain separate. Because you are the vessel of Lucifer, if you do merge, you will become immortal. No one can kill you but the archangel Michael or Satan," she explained. "Of course, I have heard that the process is extremely painful, so your mind may not survive it."

"Oh, she will," he assured. "If we do merge. It has to be an agreement on both sides, so I will consider the opportunity depending on how well you do."

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "Shall we begin?"

"Are you sure about this, child?" Lucifer asked me. "Once we begin, there is no going back."

I nodded, determined. "What about weapons and gear? How does this world function?"

"Think about what you want and it will appear."