Lev shut his phone, hiding the sideways qwerty keyboard and looked up to Adelaide's window. From the street, his view was limited. Something inside of him knew the exact moment when she had looked out onto the world, seeing him standing there, bold and unafraid. She was helpless against his pull; in a matter of seconds, she was on the roof.

"How am I going to get down?" Adelaide whispered down to him. She had taken the first few minutes to change her risqué pajamas into yoga pants and a t-shirt to brave the chilly night.

"Hmm." Lev muttered, looking around him, his hands in his pockets. He, unlike Adelaide, had been given the proper time to get ready; his dark jeans and green sweater showed he'd been able to change from the button up shirt Adelaide had given him to wear for their walk earlier that evening. It had been loose on him, Greg was a large man, but somehow Lev had looked comfortable in it, like he had worn it thousands of times before. "Jump."

Adelaide laughed. "Are you serious? A little insane, maybe? I'll break my legs."

Lev laughed, now, keeping in mind all of the sleeping families around him; his volume was low, yet the spirit of his chuckle was there full force. Yes, I'd let you break your legs while I stand here and watch. Come, jump and I'll catch you."

He waited, in the dark her fair skin seemed to glow, giving Lev the perfect view of her thin body spider ring down the shingles, moaning and cursing under her breath. He smiled, Adelaide amused him in all ways he could think of. She called for him, summoning him with a beckoning arm going around in circles. Her left hand clutched to the roof nervously, whispering harshly for him to help her. He stayed in the same position and continued to smile.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"Of course I am."

"Then come and help me, please!"

Still, he stayed. His hands remained in his pockets, a secure grin on his lips, his large shoulders relaxed down his back. His hair fell out of his face while he tilted his head up to look at her struggle, laughing to himself at her frustrations.

"You asked me to come out here."

"No, I told you to look out your window. " He pointed out, raising and lowering his eyebrows. Lev could see her blush as clearly as he would during the day. "Although, I'm glad you did."

Adelaide beamed back at him. "Me too."

They watched each other in silence, Adelaide's nerves rose into her chest with every passing second. Finally, Lev took his hands out from his jeans and outstretched them toward her, spreading his legs slightly to brace himself. "Place your hands on my shoulders as you fall," Lev explained, patting the top of his shoulders, "I will grab your waist and hold you from touching ground too quickly. All I ask of you is to balance yourself."

"All right, can do." She looked down at Lev, questioning his motives as she stood cautiously, extending her arms for balance before stepping off the edge.

A second without firm ground beneath her, Adelaide realized how idiotic she had been. Plummeting to her possible death, Adelaide realize she did not follow Lev's instructions. Instead, she had thrown herself off, her arms flailing this way and that as she screamed, her hair whipping her face and chest.

A firm hand cut her scream short, an arm wrapped around her and pulled her against something warm and soft. Her hands clasps to Lev's chest, pushing off of him to lean backward far enough to see him; his ice colored eyes were all she could see at first. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to see his gentle expression, a suppressed chuckle on his tongue. Hesitantly he lifted his hand off of her lips. "You didn't follow my instruction."

"I wasn't thinking the clearest." Adelaide admitted, her feet touched down to the ground, the grass of the lawn cushioned her.

"You didn't wear shoes, either, I see."

Adelaide looked down at her bare feet in the wet grass, blades working their way between her moving toes. Her gaze followed the contours of Lev's body upward until it reached his adoring stare. His lips, separated in the middle slightly, were curled in a barely noticeable, relaxed smile. His eyes connected to hers, unmoving and intense, his words slithered like snakes off of his tongue. "How will you get into your room again?"

"I don't want to worry about that right now." She whispered, finding she was unable to speak at any louder a volume. Lev's large hands held fast to Adelaide's waist, Adelaide kept her own fingers holding onto the biceps of the muscular man before her. It was difficult to see in the dark night, the moon giving only enough light to see the tops of the trees. Adelaide strained herself to see the face inches from her, the air around them seemed to be getting progressively darker. All she could see, and all she wanted to see, were the commanding blue eyes that were full of raw excitement, as if a rush of adrenaline had just shot through him and was transferring to Adelaide; she could feel her anxiety levels rising, her breath quickened. She took in a deep breath in attempt to calm and smiled widely, her eyes going wild.

Adelaide felt brave, she wanted to tell him everything in that moment; how intimate her thoughts about him were, how much she wanted him to want her, how alluring he was to her. She longed to tell him of the emotions exploding in her stomach, reaching up into her chest and laboring her breathing. She needed to ell him why her grip on him was tightening with every beat her racing heart took. Instead, she settled for watching him watch her for what seemed like an eternity; they had both become content with simply staring at the other.

"I have to tell you something." Lev purred, bringing his masculine hand away from Adelaide's waist to pull a strand of hair out of his face.

"Oh?" Adelaide mumbled.

"Yes, it's quite important." he disclosed, brushing her cheek with the back of his index finger sweetly. "It will clear up a lot of things."

"Then stop beating around the bush," Adelaide suggested, giggling a little. "You're taking this a little slow. I can handle it."

"I know you can." Lev said, trying with all his might not to give into his desire, the rising passion in his abdomen that was threatening to ruin this for him. He needed to tell her, Lucifer would be coming soon. "I suppose I am taking this slowly… You'll have to forgive me." He muttered, their eyes met once again. "I feel the need to speed things up, here.

"After all," he placed his hand back on Adelaide's hips. "Time is of the essence."

"I have no objections." Adelaide murmured, getting to her toes while Lev pulled her closer, bending over her. Adelaide lifted her chin, her eyes closed with a gasp at the electricity circulating through her body, Lev's lips touched hers momentarily and finally, their lips pressed together firmly.

Adelaide's body swooned into his, a wave of vertigo crashing into her, she didn't dare let go. Her hands clutched to his shirt desperately, attempting to keep from falling. His lips tasted so… Magnificently. The blood in her veins boiled at how sweet they tasted, a flavor from an exotic land she had never hoped or dreamed of venturing to. She felt her legs buckling, her head tilting up hungrily to maintain connection as her body sagged to the ground drunkenly. Adelaide could feel herself slipping down Lev's body, his long torso extending further as her hands clung to it. She couldn't stop the sinking feeling; it stopped suddenly, though, as she felt Lev's arms wrap fully around her waist, pulling her back up to comfortably meet his lips, pulling her into him as the shock left him. Need flooded into replace it.

Adelaide hadn't ever experienced a kiss like this. She remembered kissing Joey Klark, the pitcher for her school's varsity baseball team; it felt nothing like this. Her embrace with Carson Lingren, the cutest senior her freshman year; it paled in comparison to the complete intoxication of this kiss. Her senses failed, her fingers ran numbly through his layered hair, its lightness astonishing to her. He lifted Adelaide to his level, her toes grazed the ground just slightly as his lips lead hers.

Nirvana hit once their lips had parted, noses still lingering together as the heavy breathing filled each of them; they took in the moment as long as they could. Adelaide didn't know what to say, the words to express the ecstasy she had just felt had yet to be invented, but the silence made her nervous. Lev's breathing returned to a normal pace much quicker than Adelaide's, frustrating Adelaide immensely.

"Now," Lev said, his voice even sweeter now than it had been before. He shifted his weight between his legs as he swayed the two back and forth. There would be plenty of time to tell her what was going to happen to her, he had been silly to try and push it before it was time to reveal all. He would never ruin such a beautiful moment by tainting it with what was to come. "How are we going to get you into your room?"

"I still don't want to think about it." Adelaide's eyes were still closed, her hands had trailed from his chest to his neck by then, her fingers absently tracing the edges of his pine sweater. Lev laughed, his body moving them both while they continued to sway.

"We can't run from it forever."

The words hit them both with the obscenely huge truth. There was so much that neither of them could run from; entirely different things and yet tied together in a way neither of them knew.

Lucifer walked the streets, this body was disgusting to him. It disgusted him that he was forced to take a new shell to walk on the soil of Earth, it disgusted him that his meat-suit was melting away so quickly, it disgusted him that humans had to smell so horrid. The short, black hair of the man he had taken left Lucifer's neck unprotected from the sun, it bothered him deeply. His hands frequently flew to his neck, rubbing gently to keep the sun at bay as much as possible.

Ahh, how nice it would be to walk in the park in his own, true body. It shall be a sight to see! Lucifer swiveled this way and that on his heels, the park was a great place to sit and wait; the stench, however, burned his nostrils. Lucifer debated staying or leaving while he walked to the bench where a young woman sat, bread in her lap, insanely large sunglasses covering half of her face. Lucifer stood in front of her, his body blocking the sun from her. He extended a hand to her.

The lady took it almost immediately, the birds around her chirping and picking at the tiny pieces of bread she had thrown them. Lucifer gave her a lift, helping her up off of the bench. She was a thick girl, Lucifer noticed, a flat stomach but not thin by any means. He examined her, bringing her arm up with his and twirling her underneath his arm to get a better look at her. She would have to do, he sighed. This wasn't how he imagined it.

In his waking dreams, he had seen a beautiful, fair faced young woman in a white dress, her blonde hair curly and her blue eyes innocently looking up at him; she would look much like his darling little girl. She had bare feet, pale skin with plump, rosy cheeks. Instead, he was stuck with this interesting specimen. Of course, had he a little more patience, just a little more time, he would look for something much better; but she would do. This dark, matted haired, smelly woman who had unevenly tanned from the sun would work just as well as a beautiful blonde. She, too, was unspoiled.

The witnesses had risen, the last arrived just the night before. Things were moving along at a delightful speed. Only a few things left to tend to, Lucifer's faithful brothers were taking care of that, though. How helpful they were. Lucifer had grown weary and anxious sitting in that large house alone, however, bringing him here where he walked back up the street with a virtuous, moral woman linking arms with him. He lead her, smiling at her a few times with an admiring gaze.

"Where are we going?" She asked. "Who are you? What are we going to do?"

Lucifer didn't answer any of her questions, not thinking twice about her until he found himself walking up the steps and past the Asian guards. He roared playfully at the statues, bearing his teeth at them, growling lowly before laughing loudly. The woman laughed too, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm exhausted."

"I know, precious." Lucifer hummed. "Not to worry, you shall rest very soon."

Hundreds of bodies floated this way and that, through opened doors and down the spiraling stairs frantically. Lucifer, paying no attention to the many people calling out his name desperately, ignoring the hands that grabbed for him, led his lovely companion down the corridor to the last door in the very long hallway. They stopped, Lucifer turned the woman to face him, his hands on her arms. "Go inside, I shall join you momentarily."

The woman nodded and disappeared behind the doors that lead to the dark room. Lucifer inhaled deeply through his nose, smiling and closing his eyes. So, so close. His long legs took him back to the front room, his children still bustling about wildly. He looked around the room at the many faces, searching for one little lady that he needed above all.

Unable to see her, Lucifer raised his hand to chest height. Immediately, the room stood still.

"Where is my Lilith?" He asked, his words echoing in the silence that followed. "Where is my child?"

No one answered. Lucifer groaned, laughing a little as he threw his head backward in disbelief. They would be no help to him. His head snapped back forward violently, his eyes full of rage and white hot emotion. "Where is my child?"

"She's gone to fetch your Brother, sir." a mousy woman in the corner answered. "She left minutes, maybe seconds ago."

"Which brother." Lucifer demanded, appearing across the room directly in front of the woman in a split second. The hair on the woman's head flew backward.

"Leviathan, I think." She squeaked, stuttering profusely.

Relief flooded into Lucifer. He laughed again, his posture relaxing as he spun on his heel once more, little Lilith had always adored her Uncle Leviathan, just as her uncle had adored her. It would be difficult to part the two, but it was necessary. Leviathan understood that more than anybody.

"Thank you." Lucifer said, bringing his palms together and placing them on his lips while he thought. "I cannot tell you," his eyes narrowed and a smirk pulled past his hands. "Just how much I appreciate your assistance.

"Therefore," Lucifer began, his words booming now over the growing screams and shrieks coming from his children that surrounded him. The floor became riddled with the bodies of Lucifer's children, their blood pooling thickly around them as the stench filled the home. Lucifer chuckled at the priceless expression on the mousy woman's face, the beads of sweat developing on her forehead as she backed against the wall, whispering and muttering to herself. Lucifer placed a gentle palm on her cheek, his eyebrows pulling together and his lips smiling regretfully at her.

A gargled cough came from behind Lucifer, then, the blood bubbled in a fat man's throat as he lay on the floor, dying and unable to stop the process. Lucifer held up his index finger, a small "Oh," leaving his lips before sighing dramatically just as the man died. "Actions speak louder than words, my love, you should be wise to remember that."

"I-" the woman began, not knowing what to say to her one true love. He stood before her, touching her, smiling at her, she had never actually met him before. He was even better than the others had described. "I will." A sick smile tainted her cute face.

"That's my girl." Lucifer said, placing a sweet kiss on her lips before walking to the front doors. "I'm going to gather my daughter, I shall return before the day is out. It has been too long since I've seen my brother, perhaps we shall stay for longer." Lucifer cocked his head in thought while he opened the doors. "I am not certain what we will do."