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Do you look like Lucifer?
Do you look like Lucifer?
Do you look like Lucifer?
Those words could not get out of Lilith's mind. It was a simple question and she had not expected for them to stick. But here they were.
Maybe a night of meaningless fun would get her mind off of everything. Lilith stood in front of the mirror doing her make up. As she lined her eyes, extra shading appeared. Had her eyes always been that sunken in? And her cheeks… was she missing skin?
Then her reflection transformed completely. Bone showed where skin was supposed to cover it, her eyes had no life, no soul, no light in them. No longer did she even remotely look like a child of the light.
Lilith panicked and reacted the most logical way. She punched the mirror. It shattered and Lilith backed up and slid to the floor.
She was choking on her own breath. That scared her down to her soul. No one knew what she really looked like, no one. She hated that part of herself. The reflection had changed for a second but it felt like a lifetime. Lilith had more of less forgotten how terrible she actually looked. Her true face did not paint her as the pretty one, not by a long shot.
It took a while for Lilith to calm down and collect her emotions. Now how was she supposed to explain the broken mirror to Lucifer?
Lilith pushed her way through the crowd to get to the bar. It was a normal night for the club. She only had to nod and Maze placed a small glass filled with an amber liquid in front of her.
Before Lilith could touch it, someone decided to start a conversation with her. "Did it hurt?"
Well, that was a confusing opening. "What?"
"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"
Was that this guy's pick up line? With a comment like that, he didn't deserve a glance from her. Lilith's hand shot out and grabbed his head. It slammed into the bar and he fell to the floor.
"It was cold." Lilith said mostly to herself. Finally Lilith could drink and she welcomed the slight burn. "You have no idea how much I hate that line." She felt someone was staring at her. "What line are you going to try?" Maybe this guy would do a better job than the last one.
"Not that one." He studied her over the rim of his glass. Then he took a confident step towards her. "You look like you deserve someone who would let you be you. Because you are truly a work of art, not something to be tamed."
"You think you can handle the untamed me?" Lilith looked at him.
"Maybe, maybe not. But there's only way to find out." He reached out to touch her hand.
"Challenge accepted."
They were upstairs in the bedroom only minutes later.
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