Elizabeth Collins lay on a lounger at Starry Skies Spa. The sun shining down on her. Heating up, she gathered her towel and started back inside to the showers.

The thirteen year old girl entered the lobby and made her way through, reaching the lockers. She reached her locker, number 229, and started to enter her code.

"33..." She muttered turning the knob. "29..." Elizabeth turned it clockwise, "17." She stopped. With a tug the lock was unlatched and the door was free to be opened. Storing her Tardis beach towel she, in exchange, grabbed her bath towels.

As she was finishing closing her locker a shiver went down her spine. She quickly looked over her shoulder. The brunette was face to face with a fallen angel that had caused havoc for a long time. Elizabeth turned herself around.

She was at a loss for words, for what do you say when you are in front of evil in the flesh?

"That's right, you know who I am."

"Lucifer," She breathed.

"You are a hard one to find. Harder than most humans. Which is why I had to lure you here. I'm surprised it worked."

She started to back up to get away, but her plan failed when she hit the locker behind her. In response, he started to step forward a tad.

"Get away from me," She whimpered. He nodded and stepped back. Elizabeth was a bit surprised that he had moved himself back.

"You don't have to be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. "

"You're the devil."

Lucifer smiled and sat down.

"What do you want with me?" Elizabeth asked.

"How do you know about me?"

"I—" She started softly. "I don't know."

"Would you like to?" He asked calmly.

"Not, not from you. I know about you. You lie. You deceive, you trick. To get what you want." Elizabeth replied, shaking.

"Would you like one of my friends to tell you?" He asked. Through each door someone entered, eyes of black. As they came in, Lucifer stood up. The two demons came in closer until they were standing on either side of Lucifer, a bit behind.

Suddenly Elizabeth's eyes were directed to something that wasn't there before. Lucifer and his demons noticed her change of focus and looked behind themselves. Lucifer nodded to his demons, who quickly exited.

"Castiel, it's been a while." Lucifer cooed.

"Leave the girl alone," The angel in a trenchcoat responded. "This does not involve her."

"Of course it does, and you know it."

"Not now, this can certainly wait."

"Very well," Lucifer responded and within a moment had vanished.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asked.

"I think so," Elizabeth replied, at tears.

"Do you know who I am?" He questioned.

"Castiel. You're an angel." She told him. "How do I know that? How do I know who he is, how do I know who you are?"

"I will tell you, but not in this room. It is not safe."

"Then where is?"

Castiel beckoned for her to follow him. He led her into the shower room. There were four showers, each labeled differently. "possideo" was the first one. "vas" was the second. "salus" was the third. "sacrificium" was the fourth.

"Each of the places means something. The first, possideo, is the one the demons favor. It gives them the ability to posses anything that steps foot in it. The second, vas, is a somewhat dangerous one. It gives the ability to become a vessel for an angel. The problem, however, is that it is almost impossible to say no. This is a problem because if Lucifer wants to take control he has to come in there, and no one can say yes to him or there will be death. Lots of it. This third, salus, is for safety. Inside there you are safe, but only for 5 minuets. Now, this last one, you are to never, ever enter it. It immediately sacrifices yourself to Lucifer, for him to do whatever he wants with you, your soul, and your body."

"These…are showers. At a spa."

"This is not. This place was created the last time—" Castiel faded off. Elizabeth didn't bother questioning him. He led her into the "salus" shower.

"Now, Lucifer, he had been placing visions in you head. We had no idea why. So I came in and searched. He was filling your mind with information about himself, demons, and hell. I had to prevent these things from filling your mind, or it could kill you and/or put you in agonizing pain. I suppose he would set these things off if you didn't do what he wanted. I filled your mind with views of Heaven and me to help put a balance in."

"What does he want with me?"