The week following the warehouse stuck itself in a tense haze. Mar spent the majority of her days tending to the stranger, who she found, was more seriously injured than she previously thought but was healing at an almost alarming rate. His wounds were nearly gone by the week's close and Mar began to wonder if he'd regain consciousness at all. She had no way of knowing the internal impact, whatever the hell that light was had on him. She'd found herself wondering and hoping he would wake soon but she had to admit that it was only partially out of concern for him and mostly because of a gnawing curiosity she couldn't shake.

'Long shot of that jumping sign

Invisible shivers running down my spine

Cut to baby taking off her clothes

Close-up of the sign that says, "we never close." '

Mar half sung, half mouthed the words of the song as she poured some pretzels into a bowl. Pausing, she took one too many in her mouth and chewed quickly in order to belt the next line. With this, she turned only to see the stranger in the hallway. He was taller now than she had thought and he stared at her in a tense confusion. Mar was frozen for a moment in surprise but quickly moved to set her bowl down and turn the song off.

"Where am I?" his tone was demanding but was laced with a lingering exhaustion.

"Um, my house"

"Geographically?"

"North Dakota"

A state of silence and stares followed the brisk exchange. Mar's face contorted into a questioning glare as the man remained, glaring back with icy blue eyes. For a while all they could do was study each others faces. Mar genuinely didn't know what to say and every time she conjured up something coherent it was gone as soon as it came.

"Um," she began,clearing her throat, "We found you in the warehouse surrounded by demons. Some light went off and you were, well you were pretty fucked up so we brought you back here." She paused a moment to gage his expression and finding it unchanged she continued, "You've been here about a week. Um, I guess firstly, who are you? Or for that matter what are you?"

"I'm an angel," He stated this with a lingering pride. Mar couldn't help her surprised expression. She'd had her fair share of vampires, ghosts, werewolves, hell even demons, but angels she had never had the-well pleasure may not be the right word.

"Got a name?"

"Lucifer"

Mar's surprised expression returned. Lucifer? She momentarily considered he was joking but soon dismissed the idea.

"Lucifer, as in the Archangel Lucifer?" The shock was evident in her voice but it carried with it a healthy curiosity. He was slightly taken aback at the term 'Archangel' as opposed to the usual slurs given to him by people he-or in many cases them- had the misfortune to come across.

"The one and-," He attempted to step forward with these words but stumbled, catching himself on the wall in the hallway. Mar moved on instinct to help, hoisting his free arm over her shoulder and placing her hand on his chest to steady him. She hadn't realized how weak he still was and for a moment he had evidently forgot as well. Lucifer allowed her to help him back to the room to sit on the bed.

"Alright, well it seems like you should probably rest some more. You are welcome to stay here. I mean I don't know where else you could go anyway given that you can't walk. Um, we can figure out whatever the hell's going on later I guess." Mar stumbled over her words a bit, pinching the bridge of her nose slightly. He could only look up at her and nod, a bit amused. It was strange to him, waking up in the home of a human. It set oddly with him being there still but admittedly she was right. Where could he go? He couldn't even walk more than four feet. What was the strangest thing to him was the sense of peace he had there. There was no impending doom behind the bare walls or malice in the girl's clunky words. Mar simply returned the nod before exiting the room, shutting the door lightly behind her.

"Lucifer!" Her dad nearly yelled the enquiry as he glared at her. "Is he trying to make some kind of sick joke?"

"Well, given the fact that his third degree burns healed in 4 days, I'm gonna assume he's telling the truth," Mar gestured as she spoke, leaning her back against the wall.

"So, you're suggesting we have the actual devil in our home?" His anger seemed to boil in his chest. "If that's what you're suggesting he needs to leave now."

"He can't even walk. I don't know if he's 'The devil'," She moved her hand by her hed to add quotations, "but he isn't exactly dangerous right now is he?"

"Dangerous? I will not have you tending to fucking evil itself 10 feet down the hall," His voice grew quieter with these words and it sent a twinge of fear into her.

"Listen, I don't know if he is who he says he is but I'm not kicking him out on the street. He's asleep and when he wakes up we can figure out what to do, ok?" Mar regained the firmness in her tone and glared up at her father waiting for him to speak. Instead, he gave a slight and apprehensive nod before turning, pinching the bridge of his nose, much like Mar had done earlier. She recognized her cue to leave and quickly made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge before plopping onto the couch with a deep sigh.