Return of the Angels
Discussing things with Lucifer was not going to get her anywhere. She had argued against herself from pursing the questions that had invaded her mind ever since she had been told the truth of her past and her birth. Why pursue them when the demon would just manipulate around them and seek answers of his own? She had exited the room in a hurry, noting the way his eyes had watched her as she left. But the bad thing about leaving the room was the fact that she had left a defenceless human there with the top of all the demons. He wouldn't do anything to her, she hoped. If he did, she would be the one damning him and ridding him of one vessel. Besides, Mai, Terror, Taki and Shadow will protect her whilst she was absent.
She wandered up the stairs and something, like a pull, propelled her into a room that was brightly coloured in a florescent pink. The carpet was a shade darker, but there was mostly pink everywhere she looked in the room. The bed covers were just as pink as the walls but the dressers and wardrobes were white. The vanity dresser was white with the decorations of flowers on it. The vanity mirror was large but there was makeup scattered over the top. So the demon had been posing as human as much as possible. But something didn't fit with her right. The demon appeared not so demonic but the power that came from the girl was only the power of being the creature itself. Or maybe Lucifer had created a new being.
This room spoke of many memories, not one of them was related to the creature downstairs that he had taken control of. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scents that drifted. Perfume had doused the room strongly, nearly causing her to choke. She opened her eyes and walked towards the vanity mirror, sitting down on the stool before it. She felt the soft cushion beneath her and she relaxed somewhere. Skimming her hand above the makeup without touching it she was able to feel a mixture of energies. Many humans had touched these items, including the creature. But there was something else but she couldn't quite make sense of it though. Instead she closed off her eyes again, trying to peer closer to this energy she sought out through the mixture of all the ones that basked the makeup. There was no change.
Opening her eyes she saw something she couldn't believe. In the mirror there was multiple females in the room, laughing and using the makeup. Glancing down there was none missing but as she looked up in the mirror, all the females held an item but the rest was on the floor, scattered between the four of them. There was one she recognized, the creature that was downstairs but instead here in the mirror she was sitting on the bed. She turned around, but instead of finding the four girls there, she found it empty and left how she had found it when she walked through the door. She glanced back to the mirror and still saw the four girls, but there was nobody there when she turned around.
Then it hit her in realization. She was seeing the past!
She couldn't hear the words as if she was watching a movie before her and she still did not understand why this was being shown to her in the first place. So she watched and waited but there was nothing that would indicate anything. It was just a past, probably one that wasn't useful to her anyway. She went to get up but something kept her seated. She tried again to get up but still she was forced to stay seated, she glanced to the mirror and widened her eyes. Staring back at her was not her reflection or the past event that she was seeing, but the face of the creature downstairs!
Her black hair framed her face and her red eyes stared at her. There was no evilness illuminated in those eyes unlike the time she had first seen them. This girl was different but yet the same. She was not the one she had faced a short while ago, she was... human! Taking away her shock she looked at the girl that stared back at her. There was no exchange of words but there was a passing of feelings that Celine was able to recognize within the girl's gaze. She was scared, lonely and desperate. She was seeking help. Her help! But would she accept something like that when she knew that there was a creature downstairs with the same face as this one?
"Angel…" the girl whispered, inside of that voice there was a plea, desperate to be answered. "…that is not me who you see downstairs."
"If it is not you, then who is that has your face?" she questions the figure before her.
"A demon has taken reign and pushed me out."
"Was that what you were telling me through one of your pasts? That you're human and not a creature of the Dark One that I had thought?"
She nodded. "I seek you out because you are the only one to answer and to help me."
"Because I am a creature created from God's power?"
"Because you are a creature born from a womb of divine powers and given it!"
Celine already knew that she was the first Angel to be born instead of created. The other born angels had died a few days later, but she was the first successful one. No wonder Lucifer wanted her so badly. She shook her head against the thought. No, that may not be true! There are always reasons for doing things and she doubted that was the reason behind all his attempts to capture her. There must be something, another reason for all of this. She looked at Leara's true appearance, although it hasn't changed from the creature beneath the floor she was on, but she could see the difference. Closing her eyes she thought to herself for a minute before opening them and looking directly at the female before her.
She nodded, giving her confirmation to something unasked. "I'll help and there isn't a cost to it either."
Red eyes widened before her. "Without a cost…? But you're life would be endangered doing it, I can't just let it be without a cost!"
"Well then, get used to my stubborn side because I won't let you repay me for my kindness." She states and stands and walks away from the vanity mirror. She exited the room and left the figure to watch her leave. Turning back to the mirror, Celine watched the girl form two words on her lips and then vanish from the reflected surface. Smiling she exited the room and down the stairs. She had been wrong twice now! First she assumed that this girl was corrupted through being raped, and then she assumed that it was the creature itself. But it was the creature itself, except the flaw was it was the demon having possessed the body of a human. As of now, she made a vow. She would never assume without first surveying the situation first handed.
She walked into the kitchenette and discovered Lucifer still had occupation of the female's body. The demon inside must have backed off to the farthest corners for her master to take complete possession of the body. Showing no signs that she had figured it out, she stood before him, his eyes looking up at her. There was no smirk upon the girl's expression, but instead of seeing the girl, she saw the black beast that silhouetted the demon that had overtaken both demon and human. To free the human she would have to drive away Lucifer and then destroy the beast within. A possession can only happen if there is a window opportunity for the demon to invade the body. In other words, Leara had been in the deepest of her depression with the demon invaded her body.
"Welcome back, Celine…" he welcomed with the girl's voice.
"I must appreciate the warm welcome you bring to me, but Lucy…" she bent down to his level. "Don't forget that with your warm welcome I'll only turn on you when your back is at the most exposed."
Narrowing those black eyes, he wondered on what she meant. She had confused the great beast of hell! How lucky for her! Exposing a knife from one of her hidden compartments the blade glinted in the feeble light that was in the room. Lucifer's eyes looked upon it and widened. He knew what it was. He looked up at her with horror. A pleading flashed through his eyes but with the impassive look on her face, he knew that nothing would change her mind. He narrowed his eyes instead, damning her to the deepest pits of his hell and promising he would be her personal torturer. Bringing her knife back, she pushed it forward and the moment that Lucifer released a piercing screeched from the girl's throat, she stopped the blade's drive. The tip was only just touching the girl's skin.
Lucifer had left the body!
But it still was not the girl that looked back at her, but the demon that hosted the body. As if waking from a dream the demon was unable to realize who stood before her, until she noticed the blade that was just right at her throat. Red eyes narrowed, dark blue eyes remained impassive, but no one moved, daring not to interrupt what had started in the air. Hissing from her mouth, the demon felt ready to decapitate the girl before her, but with orders from her master before he left the body, she would not bring harm to this female. She wanted the top reward that was promised with the girl unharmed and alive. No one wanted to risk losing something that was considered the most precious and treasured of all the rewards that they could gain.
"Celine…" it hissed at her.
"Demon…" Celine replied as if acknowledging.
Those red eyes shifted to something behind her and then focused back on her, a smirk tugged at the girl's lips. "I'd love to stay and chat with you, but I have important plans to make. It also includes gaining a very high position, possibly even My Lord's love."
Celine couldn't help but burst out in laughter, without removing the blade from the demon's throat. "Him… being capable of… love? Out of all the people, you think he can love?"
"Of course," it hissed in disgust. "Everyone can love, including the leader of us demons."
"The Black Lord's heart is nothing but a corrupted mass of evil that holds nothing related to love. Don't include lust in that because lust in different to love. He. Can. Not. Love." She said through gritted teeth.
She went to plunge the knife through the throat but she was stopped by a hand grabbing hers and pulled her around to face her sudden attacker. Her eyes widened at the sight of Raven having awoken. His eyes were murderous as they were before, the spell still hypnotized him; his actions were not of his own choosing. But that would still not justify him before her. She gritted her teeth, narrowed her eyes and ripped her hand out of his and ducked from his oncoming hand. She kicked his legs out from under him and she stood as quickly as possible and went to drive the knife through, but he had recovered quickly.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her arms by her side, and he threw her on the couch behind him. Before she could recover from the shock of having been thrown on the couch, he was on top of her, straddling her hips. His hand instantly reached for her knife, his whole body stretched over her and he yanked it from her grip and threw it aside. Her chest heaved heavily and she glared at him as he kept her wrists above her head and the other around her throat. Glancing over at Storm who was being kept back from interfering, she glanced to the knife near her. In response Storm looked down at the knife and then back up at Celine, who nodded in confirmation to the question in the girl's eyes.
She watched as the silver haired girl reached down and took the knife in her hand. Knowing the affects would leave proof of having touched something she shouldn't have, Storm winced in pain. Instead of dropping the knife, she raced towards the demon infected body and Raven suddenly understood why Celine's eyes were diverted. He glanced behind and watched with wide eyes as she approached, with the knife posed, and aimed for the heart of the body. He unlatched himself from Celine and dove for her, but Celine was instantly up, tackled him to the ground and stood. Storm threw the knife to her and skilfully catching it; she turned around and struck the knife through the girl's chest.
But what reached their ears was not the sound of a female screaming in pain, but a deadly shriek of something foul. Yanking the knife out, Celine saw that what coated the blade was not blood of a human but blood of a demon. The purple blood coated it, steaming like active acid trying to burn through an object, but her knife never melted under the pressure of the blood that coated it. Celine watched with her chest heavy as the shrieking continued. Smoke came out of the body and soon the purple blood flowed out, thankfully not scorching the body it had hosted. After sensing the demon to have gone, to never return, Celine slumped to the floor, the knife clattering on the wood.
Storm first cut the girl free, who still sat there unmoving in the chair, and then went to Celine's side. Not caring that Raven was moving in the corner of her eyes, she continued on breathing properly. Storm's cool hand touched her bare shoulder and shudder raced through her. She was that hot? She hadn't known. Glancing over to Storm she reached out towards the hand that had gripped the knife. Her entire hand was scorched, skin was peeling and blood flowed from the scorches disarraying the scorch beneath. Looking up at Storm in sorrow and guilt, she could not express the sadness and the guilt that overwhelmed her. But Storm shook her head and smiled down at her.
"What the hell is going on?" Raven demands and Celine turned her eyes on him.