….
Silence.
Forever.
I was concerned. I think I just broke him.
"Lucifer."
"NO! Go AWAY!"
"Huh?"
"Maou… if you think making an illusion of her will help, you are DEAD WRONG! If you dare try to make an illusion of her, I'll-!"
"Lucifer! Calm down, it's me baka! Look at me…please."
He froze, crawling out of the boxes.
"How?" he trembled, and I could see tears fall to the floor from where he was kneeling.
"I went through the gate…"
"This isn't possible…"
"Open the package." Says Maou, throwing one in front of Lucifer.
He jumps up, and then slowly reaches for the package, tearing open the brown paper wrapping.
He drops the box, hands falling back to his sides. Spine rigid and still facing away from her.
A single glowing red feather floated to the ground. One of Her feathers.
"I-it…it is you…"
He fell to the floor, sobbing and shaking.
It hurt my hearts, watching him like this. This demon angel had happily slaughtered people, burned down villages. To see him.. So vulnerable..Crying… because of me.
I slowly approached where he was weeping, and knelt next to him. I laid my hand gently on his shoulder, and smoothed his wrinkled white and purple shirt.
"You're real. You're alive. You're real…!"
"He just can't process this." Maou said, coming over to me.
"I know," I mumbled out, "I was the same when I learned he was alive!"
A hand suddenly grabbed my stilled wrist, and yanked me to the floor. I felt lean, but strong arms around me, one on the back of my head, holding it into his shoulder, and the other around my waist. Black and purple wings suddenly enveloped me, mingling with my now unbridled red ones.
He was still trembling, eyes shut tight. We lay on the ground a while longer, just hugging each other.
"I thought you were dead." He mumbled into my red hair. "I thought you were gone. From me, forever."
"Hah! You know, that I will never ever leave you! Who will I have to play with and annoy?!"
He laughed a shaky laugh. "Yea. I guess so. It's Really you." He sat up, pulling me up with him.
He opened his eyes, but kept them trained on the ground. "Gomen… it's just hard for me to get a grip on this…"
"It's okay Lucifer." He started crying again at his name leaving my red lips.
"You shouldn't see me like this!" he said, clutching into my shirt, and burying his face into my neck.
"It's alright. You are ok. It's going to be a little bit better now. I'm back. I'm not going to leave you." I slipped my hand into one of his, holding it tight and caressing my thumb over the back of his shaky one.
He chuckled,
"A-aa-after all Th-this time…y-you still re-r-remembered?"
"AKA!"
Lucifer rushed into the medical tent, where I lay among the wounded. A spell from a Lesser demon had miss-fired, and blown a good chunk out of my leg. It was getting really swollen.
"What is she doing in here?! Her wounds will get infected with the sicknesses!"He looked around, where other demons were coughing and bleeding, all infected. He knew how fast these things could spread.
"Yes sir, we know general, but there was no place else to put her! We can not move her until morning!" the lower healing demons said.
"Then take her to my chambers-tent! Well, what are you waiting for? NOW!"
They picked me up, and carried me to my Generals tent.
They lay me down on his cot, and then left.
He let his face drop, and pulled up a stool next to me. He sat with me the whole night. Holding my hand, so I would be safe.
"I'm going to take you to Alsiel in the morning. He knows a lot more about healing than these idiots! One day, I will remind you of this! And you better return the favor!"
We laughed.