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Lilith could sometimes still see the Fall. When she silenced her mind and let go, it was like she was back there.

The clash of swords, the thunder and the lighting. She held her own against angels she had called family. She wasn't sure where she even stood in the whole mess but Lucifer was the only one who understood her. Lilith would stand by him come Hell or high water.

Then she finally spotted Lucifer, as he was thrown from a high platform, his wings couldn't save him. She knew who did the deed. Was she next?

The air changed, now it was cold and misty.

Lilith was at one's mercy, she made her own choices. It was her life. She jumped after Lucifer, her wings spread out. She hoped to catch him, but he was falling too fast. Where would he land? What would happen when he landed?

She lost sight of him and suddenly she was not alone. Swarms of angels, ones bent on rebellion, twisted angels, fallen angels.

Lilith froze in midflight. Fallen angel. Was that what she was now? Could she go back? She turned her eyes upwards. Already she felt cold, cut off from His love.

She was on her own.

Lucifer needed her. Someone had to make sure he didn't do something stupid, again.

She dove down and landed gently. Where was she?

Lucifer stood tall, trying not to look defeated. He had rebelled against their Father, the first in history. They were free now. At his feet were the fallen angels, worshipping him

The siblings locked eyes. Did Lucifer expect her to join the other fallen angels? He knew she had more self-respect than to do something like that. He did accept her nod though. Then he handed a dagger forged in Heaven to a demon who had crawled out of the shadows.

Instantly, Lilith knew what was going to happen. She pulled her wings around her to protect her eyes. Then the screams echoed in her ears.

Lilith woke up with a start from her dream, memory, nightmare. Tears were threatening to fall but she forced herself not to cry.

Besides her, the man stirred. "Babe, you looking for round two?" His hand touched her back, very close to her wings.

Round two? She didn't even know why she did round one. Oh right, because she had daddy issues and mommy issues. This was Lilith finding comfort and validation through empty means.

His hand moved up and down her back. That was the worst choice of action. Lilith grabbed his hand in her iron grip. "Get out." She growled and even in the dim light, he could see her red eyes.

A scream escaped from his mouth. He bolted from the bed, grabbed his clothes and fled the room.

Ten minutes later, Lilith was downstairs in the main living area. She needed a change of scenery.

"Was he that bad? Of did you just scare him?" Lucifer was already at the bar, pouring himself a drink. She didn't answer him, she just sat down on the couch, curling her feet under her. "I heard the screaming then saw him running out of here like a bat out of Hell." There was a hint of a joke in his voice. He walked over to her, glass in his hand for her. Then he noticed the fear in her eyes. "Nightmares?"

"More like memories." She took the glass and almost touched it to her lips. But thought better of it and placed it on the table in front of her. "What are we doing?"

"About what?"

"Her? Are we wasting our time? Am I just chasing a pipedream?"

Lucifer had no idea how to answer that question. He had questions of his own but wasn't sure this was the time to ask them. Lilith was in fragile state.

One of the door opened and a sleepy voice called down. "Lucifer, are you coming back to bed?"

"Yeah, we are lonely and cold." Came another voice.

Lilith rolled her eyes, she had no idea the Brittanys were still a thing here.

Lucifer looked at Lilith then upstairs. And made up his mind. "No, it's late. You ladies should get home."

There was a sigh of disappointment but all three Brittanys left. One risked a glance in Lilith's direction. "You could have joined us, there's plenty of room in the bed."

That was the downside of looking nothing like your sibling. Lilith threw up a little in her mouth. "You're not my type."

Silence fell over Lucifer and Lilith as soon as the door closed.

"What was your memory?" That was all Lucifer was going to risk asking.

"The Fall." A cold breeze blew through the penthouse. And Lucifer did not miss the single tear that ran down Lilith's cheek.

Getting further into Lilith's mind, which might not be as dark as we were led to believe.

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