Chapter 18: A Fallen Angels Daughter...
Flashes of a cold feeling light off in the distance drew your attention to the dark red starry night sky. Drawing your eyes further upwards towards the bright luminescent planet looming overhead of you. It must be this "heaven" you heard about. Alastor had mentioned it in his diary... though it was bigger than you imagined...
Your eyes widen as streams of intense white light fell crashing down all around you, shaking the rocky, sparse grassy ground on which you stood upon as they fell down onto Hell's landscape.
The wind gusted fiercely against your body. Despite the wind threatening to topple you over, you stubbornly looked up, wanting to witness this strange event. The wind made you shield your eyes and adjust your stance, looking on in a disturbed ah at the light show raining down from the light filled planet that loomed above you.
One such light fell close to you, making the ground quake with a even greater tremendous force, causing the trees around you to shake and sway. Looking towards the falling light in a sense of ah, you couldn't catch yourself in time, losing your footing and falling down roughly onto your backside.
Looking up you noticed much of the light had faded from the surrounding area, revealing a tall humanoid like man with chin length black/indigo hair that clashed with his all to white skin and suit he wore.
You noticed the beings whole body glowed in a golden white light, illuminating the darkness around him. You focused switched from his body and onto his face, taking noticed that his face bore a eerie resemblance to that of Alastor's. He was very handsome to say the least, rivaling even Alastor himself.
His golden eyes flashed brightly as they landed on you, then suddenly glowing even brighter as if he seemed to recognize you. Though he was similar to Alastor in appearance, you noticed his sclera's were white, even having a soft glow to them. He had three large all to white wings folded against his expansive back. He grinned a white flashy smile, sharp vampiric like fangs glinting in the dimly lit surroundings.
He started walking towards you in a calm even pace. As he got closer, fear started to race up your spine, making you rush to pick yourself back off the ground. He didn't feel right to you, didn't seem right to you. A cold feeling settled over you... it was... just cold... like you were staring into a void...
As you stood up, grasping a nearby tree for support. A feeling of urgency shook through your body, you felt the overwhelming need to get away from him. You wanted to find Alastor... no... needed to...
You turned from him, starting to run in the opposite direction. Through a dark forest, barely lit by the glowing planet that stoically floated in the night sky. Even though you discovered that you could run very fast with little effort. He always seemed to be right behind you...
He called out to you in a intoxicating deep voice, that sent shivers up your spine "Come here... be with us! Come home Y/N. Come back to me, where you belong!" he said sweetly. He said your name... how did he know your name?...
Then you realized that this was a dream... more like a nightmare. You stopped running. It would be pointless to run anyway. In all the nightmares you ever had. You could never get away from the monster chasing you...
You turned, staring up at him. Your eyes glowed with renewed courage "Ah... I'm glad you stopped running. Now come here..." He said in the same intoxicating voice, holding out his arm, white gloved hand reaching towards you. You stayed where you were, glaring up at him.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" You asked boldly, knowing he couldn't hurt you, right? You were dreaming... He smiled even more, very similar to Alastor's Cheshire grin.
"My name is Lucien. I'm chosen by God, your grandfather. To be your husband. I was made to mostly resemble Alastor... to make you more comfortable with me." He paused, bowing towards you, brandishing his arm outwards dramatically.
"And what God and me want is you! You are special! You somehow came back to life as a human and not only that, had reincarnated several times before that. You are an intriguing enigma to us!" he said while standing up to his full height, hand over his chest. Looking down at you with even more intensity, with the same Cheshire grin clearly displayed on his face.
This man... acted as if reincarnation was rare and hardly possible. You found that reincarnation was very possible, even common. How could it not be? How could one experience life to the fullest in only one lifetime? Well, if you could come back... then how could others not? You had a gut feeling you were right. Or at least you wanted to believe so...
Despite knowing it's only a dream, you backed away from him, your ears pressed down against your skull "My grandfather... made you? For me? Why... and how?..." you questioned in a shaky voice, despite the renewed confidence from earlier. A disturbed expression clearly written on your face.
If it was even possible, his smile only grew wider. Taking a couple of steps towards you, closing the gap between you and him easily. He must be as tall as Alastor, also seeming to have a similar physic. He stared down at you, reaching for you once again, grasping your chin and making you stare into his alluring gold eyes.
"He's worried about you! His son may be the devil, but you were born pure, like your sister... both of the light. And... Alabastien... no he now goes by Alastor? Well, my dear... he is dangerous, not human. He's evil... he's not of the light like we are..." Lucien said, ignoring your question on how he was made by "God".
His face was getting dangerously close to yours. His lips lightly brushed your own before kissing you forcibly. You tried to wrestle yourself from his grip and almost succeeded in doing so, but he just wrapped his other arm around you forcibly, holding you tightly against his body. Yet even so, you still struggled against him.
He parted the kiss, clearly annoyed "You are mine, Y/N! Stop this fruitless struggle! I was made for you! So deems god!" He growled inhumanly as he let go of your chin and instead took hold of your shoulders, tightly. Seemingly wanting to shake some sense into you.
"I'll just have to forcibly separate you from Alastor... and then you'll see..." He said vehemently with a maniac look vividly flashing in his golden eyes that seemed to glow even brighter. He wrapped his large white wings around your body... the world around you fading to black...
You woke up suddenly, cold chills running down your spine as you sat up from bed with a start, your heart beating rapidly, body drench in sweat. You went to touched your lips... still feeling his lips on yours... helping to keep the dream in the forefront of your mind.
It was so real... it felt like it was going to happen, like he was going to find you... somehow... no matter what you did... sending chills down you spine once again. You didn't want to wrap you head around the dream or what it meant. You were already stressed about everything that had happened so far. But...
'Screw it!' You thought bitterly, knowing yourself. You'd still think about it, running it through your head till it drove you mad. First thing is first, talk to your family about what happened in your dream... well... more like nightmare...
You turned to towards Alastor, only to find him wide awake. His eyes were glowing dangerously in the darkness of the room, his pupils radio dials and the air around you both buzzing with radio static, his strained smile glowing in the dark of the room...
His voice came out in a deep staticky voice "Don't tell me... I saw what happen in your dream... I couldn't sleep and I wanted to see what you were dreaming about... and..." rage filled his eyes even more, if that was possible. The shadows in the room darkening and moving in tangent with each other, as if alive. Then you noticed his grin tighten more...
"He kissed you!... That piece of shit! It must be that being possessing Valentino that we dealt with last night... I'm going to destroy that pendant! He will use it against us again somehow, I just know it!" Alastor growled out, sounding even more strained than he looked. You made an attempt to calm him... touching his cheek gently with your hand.
"We will... but let's not let "him" get to us right now... he's... their just trying to scare us. He won't get me. We won't let that happen." you said in your most calming voice you could muster.
What had happen in that nightmare was disturbing and frightening. But that's what they wanted you to be. Scared... why give that to them? They wanted you to be frantic and make mistakes.
"Who knows, if we destroy that necklace, it's destruction might become a homing beacon for them to find us that much easier. Or it could be the opposite... or worse. But let's not let fear get us into a tizzy." You said leaning down and kissing him lightly on the lips.
The static suddenly left the room as you pulled away, the shadows righting themselves. His eyes becoming the normal red and gold you come to love looking into "Your right, my love." He said in his normal voice, holding your cheek in turn before kissing you deeply, only to growl towards the middle of the kiss at the sound of the door opening to your room.
"Hello, lady Y/N and lord Alastor. Are you two lovebirds done? We have to get you two ready for the ritual. Your parent's are anxious." Bastian's voice rang throughout the room. He went to open the curtains that were obscuring the dawns light from breaching into the room, blinding your sleepy eyes as he opened them.
After rubbing your eyes, you noticed Gothall standing at the entrance of your room, with her hands clasped together over her waist. She noticed you were looking at her "My lady, good morning!" She came a little closer, bowing "Let's get you ready. Right this way." She joyfully said, her arm indicating towards your bathroom.
You smiled at her, finally getting up from bed with a grunt and walking towards her. She led you towards your bathroom, stopping at the door. You looked over to her "I can get showered and be out soon." you said. Hoping she wouldn't think you somehow needed help... like you saw in some of the those anime shows, you used to watch, back when you were alive.
Alastor laughed, making you glare at him. 'I could help...' he whispered to you in your mind. 'You wish, my deer...' you thought to him, hoping he would get the pun... He chuckled at your antics and got up out of bed himself.
She stood by the door stoically, not saying anything. So you assumed she wouldn't help you, making you sigh in relief as you opened the door to the bathroom.
The walls and floors of the bathroom were made of Calacatta gold marble with white and gold crown moldings. A long detailed cabinet in dark maple stained burl wood with a large set of double sinks set in Sodalite marble for a counter top stood in front of you, accompanied by a large golden ornate mirror above it.
There was a large walk in shower on the right. In dark Sodalite marble subway tile and a large black soaking tub to your left with enough room for two, with jets. The fixtures were in solid gold.
You closed the white and gold gilded bathroom door behind you and turned on the light, walking towards the mirror. Looking into the mirror, you noticed your hair was in a tangled mess and you looked stressed and tired, despite having just slept. You sighed and looked for a comb to tame your tangled mess of hair.
You found said comb in one of the many draws and got to work on your hair, being careful of your horns and ears. Once you were satisfied with it, you stripped your cloths off and hopped into the shower. Though this time there was enough room for your wings. Which made you sigh in bliss. You were glad you found the necessary soaps you needed already in the shower. You turned on the shower, the warm water helping your sore muscles relax.
After a good while and despite wanting to stay in the warm cascade of water and take a longer shower. You decided against it. You quickly finish and get out looking for a towel, which hung from a nearby towel wrack to the right side of you. You dried yourself off, but didn't have anything else, but your nightgown to put back on. With a shrug of your shoulders, you put on the nightgown. Quickly combing your hair again before leaving the bathroom.
Gothall greeted you by the door with a smile. "I hope you had a good shower, my lady. Now if you would please follow me." She said softly. You smiled down at her "Yes, it was very nice, thank you." you replied.
Gothall lead you towards your walk in closet on the other side of the room. She opened the white and gold gilded door to a very large closet. The walls and floor were also in Calacatta gold marble like your bathroom with white and gold crown moldings. The setup in the closet had Sodalite marble counter tops with the same dark maple stained burl wood detailed cabinets. She bowed towards you, directing you inside. As you walk inside you heard the shower turn on from the other side of the room.
You smiled wanting to let out a giddy squeal at all the cloths here. They were all very beautiful gowns fit for royalty. You didn't know if any would fit you, but Gothall didn't seem to deterred by this. She simple walked in front of you and asked "What would you like to wear? It is traditional to wear black and gray to any type of ritual of this magnitude. Though I would suggest something with gold as well." she finished, directing you towards a certain wrack with black, gray and gold gowns.
You didn't even know were to begin, but you had to start from somewhere. So you started to shuffle though the many gowns present. All of them were Victorian or Gothic in style. All of them had some type of corset. They all seemed restrictive, which annoyed you. Considering the current time period you came from before coming to Hell.
You settled on a ornate black sweetheart gold beaded bodice with long black lacy off the shoulder sleeves that belled at the bottom. The skirt of the dress was a black lace tulle over a gray silk skirt with gold sparkling floral lace designs at the top and bottom of the skirt.
"What an excellent pick my lady!" Gothall said with a bright smile. She then walked over to a set of draws near the dresses you just looked at and opened a draw packed with undergarments that were all somehow your size?... She then picked out black lacy undergarments. She immediately had you take off your nightgown and helped you get into the dress.
She was now lacing up your corset, being careful of your wings. Though she did almost tighten the corset to much, till you pleaded for her to lighten it up. Which she obliged. At least now you could breath...
As she finished you started to look at the shoes lining one side of the closet wall. There was almost to many... you saw a pair of black and gold leafed high heel shoes. You walked over towards them, picking them up to inspect them closer. They looked good enough for you.
Gothall noticed what you were doing and went to grab some tights for you to put on. Once the stockings and shoes were put on, which made you feel instantly unsteady on your feet. She then led you to a glass case filled with beautiful jewelry. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of so many pieces.
She smiled sadly as if she remembered something tragic. She opened the case and pick a matching set of heavily encrusted ruby/diamond necklace, earrings, bracelets and tiara. "This was one of your coronation sets. They informed me of who you were last night and that I am to be your personal maid once again." Gothall said with a teary eyes.
You patted her shoulder gently to comfort her, wishing you remembered her. Knowing she must have been there most of your past life "I'm glad to be back and I know I will remember you eventually." you said in a hopeful voice. She turned towards you smiling up at you, but remained silent.
She then helped you put on the coronation jewelry set, leading you out of the closet and to a similar mirrored vanity to what your sister had, with makeup, brushes, combs, curling irons and straightener irons.
You sat down at the chair in front of the vanity as she began to mess with your hair. She proceeded to curl your hair, putting it up in a bun and letting the rest cascade down your back in a waterfall of curls. (Or whatever works) She put light, but complementary makeup on your face. Not to much or to little, just right.
You smiled at your reflection, but wanted to get a grander view of yourself. You got up to go to the closet, finding a taller and larger full length mirror there. You looked stunning, a complete 180° from this morning. You went back out into your bedroom to find Alastor sitting and watching the news on the TV.
He looked up at you, his jaw dropping in amazement. "You look beautiful!" Alastor said, turning off the TV and standing at his full height. He wore a luxury high fashion blazer in pure black gold jacquard silk with a black silk undershirt. He also had a black silk bowtie with a red jeweled pendant attached in the middle. Along with black silk slacks and glossy black shoes. A red rose in his jacket pocket.
You smiled "You look wonderful yourself!" you said, blushing a deep red. Alastor smiled down at you, walking towards you and wrapping his arm through your own. "Thank you!" he said, kissing the top side of your head.
You then noticed Gothall walking towards the door of your room where Bastian stood, standing besides him stoically. Bastian coughed loudly, gaining both of yours and Alastor's attention.
"Well, shall we be off?" Bastian said, bowing towards you both, while smiling up at you and Alastor. You suddenly felt nervous and started to fiddle with your skirt. But you nodded, adding a small "Yes..."
Bastian led your group down the many twisting hallways of the castle with Gothall following behind you, holding the train of your dress. He then led your group down the stairs of the main foyer. Towards a secrete passage way behind the stairs. Making you wonder how many secrete passage ways existed throughout the castle.
The passage way led to a winding stairwell with old gray stones walls and steps, modern scones hung above you. Dimly lighting the stairwell. Making you feel as if this place was one of the oldest parts of the castle. Your right hand held up the front end of your dress as you descended. While the other hand slid against the cold stone walls.
Towards the end of the stairwell, your group's footsteps started to echoed throughout a large stone room. It was truly cavernous inside and somewhat dark. Towards the middle of the room the floor started to get deeper. Smack dab in the middle of the indention was a large red glowing pentagram with occultic symbols in and around the said symbol.
To the left of side stood a black marble alter that faced north, or you assumed it was north. Above that hung and old style iron chandelier that lit the room dimly. It didn't light the room up with candles, but instead in an artificial manner.
In the middle of the room, around the pentagram stood your parents, sister and Vaggie. All of them dressed in finery of just like you, in similar colors to your own dress. You wondered why Vaggie was there, but then remembered that your sister and Vaggie were together, making you happy your sister had her.
You walked towards your new, but old family, feeling Gothall let go of the train of your dress. You were suddenly feeling a little scared of what would happen. Would it hurt? You cringed... probable... but it was for the better. Or at least you told yourself so...
Now standing in front of your family, your dad, Lucifer walked towards you with your mother, Lilith's hand in his. They both together hugged you tightly in their arms. They stood there hugging you for a long time. Lucifer getting teary eyed along with your mother. Your sister came over to hug you too, she hugged just as tightly.
They all parted from the hug. Lucifer going to the alter and picking up an old ornate diamond and ruby encrusted dagger and a silver and gold ornate ruby encrusted chalice. He had you stand in the middle then, with your family standing around you.
Your mother was given the chalice to hold. She then held the chalice out towards the middle, close to where you stood as your dad cut his palm, letting the blood fill the chalice part way. The wound healed before your eyes, as if it was never there. Your mother followed suit along with your sister, afterwards.
"Sino haec sanguis ligamen capta est habere autem Y/N ligamen eius ut mihi a familia necessitudines, via mea sanguis!"(Latin Translation: Let this blood binding take hold of Y/n binding her to me by family ties, via my blood!) Lucifer chanted thrice in Latin vehemently while now holding the chalice up in the center of the pentagram that glowed even brighter still. Your mother followed suit, with just as much passion in her own voice. With your sister following soon after. Each time the cup glowed red, only getting brighter with each person's added chants and power.
You started to glow red, standing very still in the center of the pentagram as they finished chanting. They all now had a hold of the chalice, holding it out for you to take. You took it from their hands, staring down at the glowing cup filled with thick blood and hesitantly drank down the thick liquid as quickly as you could. Your grip on the chalice only tighten, clutching at your chest as a sudden pain blossomed there and spread throughout your whole body.
You screamed as the pain only seemed to increase. Your bones beginning to stretch and creak, two more sets of wings ripping from your back. A new set of horns ripping from your skull, riding along the sides of your head and then pointing upwards at the ends. Your face started to burn in the middle of both cheeks.
The pain only continued to hum through your body before slowly ebbing away. It was a miracle that you were still standing and that you still held the chalice in your hand, that now had lost it's red glow.
You slumped towards the ground, only to be caught by two strong arms, that held you tightly to their chest. 'I got you now, my dear.' Alastor said softy to you, burring his head into the nook of your neck.
He stood there with you, holding you against him until you felt like you could stand on your own again. Your head buzzed as you looked around you, suddenly needing to see a mirror. You felt different, more powerful... as if power hummed through your veins.
You looked around the room, finding an old mirror on the far wall ahead of you. You walked unsteadily towards it, your footsteps feeling heavier. Your wings dragging against the gray stone floor. You noticed that you could see better... heck all your senses felt sharper. Jolting you... because they were really good before...
You reached the old mirror, reaching out to touch the cold glass. Looking towards it in shock. Your new horns were twisting and rode the sides of your head and then pointed upwards, they looked like a crown upon your head. Your ears twitch, bringing your attention up towards your cat like ears, only they were now slightly taller. Your hair was now curly, silvery blond. Even longer than before, reaching your past your hips.
Your neck was slightly longer and you were a little taller as a whole, your body even more filled out. You sported two new wings in addition to your original pair. The same color as the ones you originally had, which was (W/C), but they all had silvery blond feathers bordering the bottom of each set of your wings.
On your cheeks two red circles laid, just like your father's and sister's. Making you look like you were blushing constantly. Your dress didn't really fit you anymore, but thankfully it didn't rip to much, except for the back corset.
Alastor came up behind you, smiling like usual. You noticed that you came a little above his shoulders in height now, making you smile in turn at the thought. He seemed to notice your cloths situation and snapped his fingers. The cloths you wore, refitting to your new body perfectly, the rips mending themselves.
He then held your body flush against his, looking into the mirror "You look even more beautiful, my love." he said, kissing the top of your head softly. You turned in his arms and kissed him tenderly on the lips. It now being more easy, considering how tall he was. Making you thank your family, silently.
Alastor chuckled at you. Once again looping his arm into yours and started to lead you back to your suddenly new, but also old family. They looked relived that it had worked, all going to hug you again as soon as Alastor let you go. You hugged them back, feeling even more connected to them than before. Your eyes beginning to brim with tears.
"Now the reason I had you all get dressed up was to take a new family portrait!" your father declared, making your sister groan, which made you chuckle despite the tears. Alastor also rolled his eyes at your father, but let him continue.
"Now, we can either have it in the garden or the throne room. Though I say the throne room..." Lucifer rambled on as Bastian along with Gothall led you and your family out of the secret room and once again into the foyer.