Author's note: I knowwww! It's been way too long since I posted anything on that story, but my other one, «Empty Sky, Empty Heart» is coming to an end (only one chapter left), so after that I'll have a lot more time to write it. So hopefully I'll be posting more often. If it can buy your forgiveness, know that this chapter is twice the usual length with almost 6400 words!
Thanks to my wonderful Beta, Bebec, who went over this chapter very quickly to accommodate me. Now place to the story, enjoy!
Chapter 15
Seeking Comfort
The adrenaline was still coursing through Chloe's veins, making her heart beat madly inside her chest. Her gaze lifted from her now normal-looking hand to rest upon the smoking remains of the skeletal creature. She was still too shocked by what she'd just done to fully realize that while the supernatural fire had dimmed out over the slimy pool of remains, it had however started attacking the wall behind it.
Before Chloe or even Michael could react, Azrael had walked into the room and was putting the unnatural fire out by simply lifting her left hand. Chloe thought she could feel the power emanating from the angel's palm and flooding the room with its divinity. It somehow also filled her with calmness and awe. She guessed that dimming-off supernatural fire came in handy for one used to travel often to Hell.
The Angel of Death assessed the scene and their still shaken state, and seemed to understand that it was not time yet to assail them with questions. Instead, the angel smiled at Chloe encouragingly to help her get back her bearings. Even though it was only faintly, Chloe smiled back at her.
"Mommy! What's going on?" Trixie sobbed shakily against her mother's side.
That's what finally finished taking Chloe out of her stupor. "It's ok Monkey! It's over. You're safe now," she quickly tried to reassure her as she turned and engulfed her little girl into a comforting embrace.
Lifting the child into her arms, Chloe brought her out of the room and away from the proofs of their demonic encounter. She went to the couch and sat with her baby in her arms, showering her with kisses and soothing words. She rocked the child for a long moment, doing her best to ease her fear and trauma.
Azrael was sending questioning looks Michael's way, clearly puzzled by what could have taken place, but the warrior angel seemed still too stunned to try and explain the events, or maybe neither dared to speak simply by respect for the hard moment that mother and child were going through.
A light breeze reached Chloe from the open glass door leading to the balcony. It answered the question as to where the creature could have entered the penthouse from in the first place. Something Maze had said about a Soul Eater being able to float where ever it wanted came back to her mind and it increased her suspicions that it could indeed be what she had faced.
Eventually, Trixie's sobbing and shaking quieted down and she chanced a question. "What was that, Mommy?"
Chloe was reluctant to admit that it was the creature that hunted her nightmares lately. The similitudes between what it looked like and Trixie's description of the monster of her dreams were too great to be simply dismissed. She didn't believe in such coincidence anymore. Chloe suddenly remembered another dream that her child made just before being taken by Vasariah, in which the angel was attacking her. That one too had turned out to become true. Chloe closed her eyes in acceptance, at last understanding that this was probably something else that was making her daughter unique.
But how could you tell a child that her worst nightmares could actually become real? There might still be a chance that Trixie had not seen the skeletal monster clearly enough to make the connexion with her dreams.
So Chloe chose her words very carefully. "It was a bad being, but Mommy took care of it Baby. Don't worry, I'll always protect you, and Michael was there too. It could never have harmed you. You're safe here."
While saying that, Chloe sent an accusing stare at Michael who at least had the decency to look guilty for not having stopped the creature himself. The fact that the angel seemed not to have been able to sense the demon approach gave her one more clue to the nature of the creature in question; apparently, a Soul Eater just tried to eat her daughter's soul... A dreadful shiver ran all over her skin at the thought of how it could have ended, making her tighten her hold around her child.
"It looked just like in my dreams..." Trixie said in a small voice, her head still buried into her mother's shirt.
There went Chloe's wishful thinking! The choice to approach that subject or not had been taken out of her hands apparently.
The mother closed her eyes for a second to steel herself. "I know Baby... I think that your dreams were a warning that we couldn't understand at the time."
Azrael walked closer to them, clearly intrigued by their exchange. "You dreamed of that creature before you saw it?" she addressed to the little girl.
Trixie turned her gaze to her friend and nodded wordlessly.
Chloe thought it was best to tell the angel everything. "And I think Trixie also dreamed of Vasariah who wanted to do her harms before he actually kidnapped her. Does that make any sense to you?"
The angel nodded with a little knowing smile. "Actually it does. I didn't want to bring it up since it wasn't a given, but foreknowledge through dreams is a talent often found with the one for Soul Travelling, or even with the aptitude to see auras. So since Beatrice already had two of them, I figured she could very well develop the third one in the future. It's just unusual to see them appear so close in time and yet, what Beatrice is experiencing lately is all by usual."
Trixie looked horrified. "You mean that my bad dreams will all come true?"
Azrael smiled reassuringly. "Not all of them, Sweet Heart. First you have to understand that it isn't you who actually makes them real. You are just a very perceptive young girl who can feel the strongest patterns in the world when it applies to you and possibly to your loved ones, and read them. Your dreams are only a way for your subconscious to translate what you read into something you can actually understand. It could also be good dreams that turn out to become true, not just bad ones."
Azrael's words seemed to be easing a little bit the worry in the child's features as well as in her mother's.
The angel thought that some more explanations could do them some good. "Even though I don't have the chance to master that talent myself, I know there is a way for you to make the part between a premonitory dream and an ordinary one."
Now looking less distressed by their talk, Trixie even sounded excited to hear her out. "How can I do it?"
Azrael marvelled at the child's capacity to adapt. Instead of answering her, the angel turned the question around.
"In retrospect, could you say that those premonitory dreams were different in any aspects from the ones you usually have?"
Trixie narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment. "Maybe...? I... I'm not sure, but at the time I remember thinking that it felt way too real. I even had a hard time convincing myself that it was only a dream. Eventually, I figured that it could just be my nerves playing tricks on me."
"There you have your answer, little one. Premonitory dreams always feel more real because they come from real vibes of the pattern of the world. It will still take you some time before you can be sure that they are more than common nightmares created by your anxiety or more than a happy dream that you wished would come true. However hard it can be to make the difference, there will always be a way for you to know, and you will get better at it with experience. What I really want you to understand now, child, is that as much as it can be disturbing for you at the moment, know that this gift can be very useful once you master it. And please, remember that what happened today had nothing to do with you."
Trixie's gaze suddenly darken. "Actually, it was my fault if that monster attacked us."
Chloe stroke her daughter's back comfortingly. "No it was not, Baby. You heard Azrael, you had nothing to do with it and you couldn't have known that this dream would come to happen."
"You don't understand! I think it followed me here when I went outside earlier..." she finally admitted.
Chloe startled at her words. "What are you talking about? You were here all day."
The detective in Chloe understood as soon as the words left her mouth.
"You Travelled alone..." she stated with as less accusation in her voice as she could.
Trixie looked so guilty. "I'm so sorry, Mommy! It's all my fault. I just wanted to see the city at night and I went only for a few minutes. I thought it was safe and then I felt it close by. I had no idea it followed me. I didn't knowwwww," She whined and then dissolved into tears.
Chloe shushed and hugged her little girl tightly. "It's okay Sweetie. I'm not mad at you. You couldn't know. I understand that there is too much happening in your life lately for you to make sense of everything by yourself, but we'll get there, together. Okay?"
Trixie nodded against her mother before lifting her teary eyes up at her with a trembling lip. "But that monster could have killed you..."
Chloe looked her straight in the eye. "As you saw, I can take care of myself, and I will always protect you." She ended her statement by applying a tender kiss over her daughter's head.
Trixie released the tensed breath she'd been holding, feeling safe in her mother's arms and finally being reassured that her mom was truly not angry at her.
"How did you do it, Mommy?" the little girl asked as an afterthought. "It was amazing! Your whole being was so bright, it was almost blinding. I can still see a small light inside you. Do you have super powers like I do?"
Chloe chuckled at her daughter's excitement. "I'm not sure sweetie," she said evasively. "You thought it was cool?" Trixie nodded vehemently. "You're right, it was very cool." They giggled together for a moment.
When Chloe lifted her eyes up to the angels before her, she understood immediately from Azrael' expressive eyes that she had by now deciphered what happened, while Michael still looked mostly lost and would probably need some explanations.
"Azrael, would you be so kind and take Trixie to her room for a moment so I could talk with your brother?"
"Of course," the angel assured softly. "Come on, Sweetie, we'll see what we can do to relax you back to sleep."
Seeing the distress coming back into her child's eyes at the mention of going back to sleep alone in her room, Chloe thought of a solution. "What if I made sure that Doom would come back soon to pass the rest of the night with you?"
Trixie lighten up at that. "That would be awesome! Thank you!"
Now all smiles, Trixie gave her a final hug before joining Azrael to go to her room, leaving Michael alone with her.
Chloe avoided Michael's inquisitive stare long enough to find her cell phone and text Maze. She thought a long moment of a way to phrase her news that wouldn't unleash an avalanche of questions from the demon. She settled on something vague that shouldn't make her panic either.
«The Soul Eater has been dealt with. Please, bring Doom home as soon as you can.»
She received an answer less than a minute later; «We're on our way.»
Only then did Chloe allow herself to walk back to sit on the couch and turn to Michael. He was still standing in the middle of the living room, looking part-shocked part in awe as he studied her. She motioned for him to sit beside her and he complied silently.
Chloe started with something easy, question of confirming what she was already pretty much certain of. "That was the Soul Eater, right?"
"From what Maze told me about it, I'm fairly certain it was. I-I'm sorry I couldn't... That I...," he stammered in shame.
"Please don't," Chloe cut him. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like you were to blame. I know a Soul Eater can hide its essence and that you were not just lousy on the job."
He looked grateful for her words, yet not entirely sure he believed them himself. Michael didn't seem like the kind of guy used with failures. Chloe saw him take a deep breath and nod nonetheless with a sheepish smile.
Then his gaze turned back to study her with open curiosity. Chloe could tell the moment his brain made the connection when his gaze finally fell on her womb and his lower jaw came slack at the realization.
"Is that what I think it is?" he whispered under his breath, as if he couldn't believe the possibility.
She nodded softly, worrying her lower lip. "Yes... I'm pregnant with Lucifer's child." Saying it filled her heart with joy at the same time as it brought tears to her eyes.
He brighten in awe at the confirmation. "I should have understood sooner. That power..., it felt strangely similar to Lucifer's. Because it came from his child..."
Michael's eyes filled up with tears and he chuckled, looking totally elated by the news.
Then Chloe saw his joy turn to fear when he remembered...
Chloe offered him a bittersweet smile. "I know..., chances are that this child won't survive very long."
Michael swallowed the thickness in his throat. He looked lost for a moment until his features harden with resolve and his intense gaze locked with hers.
"I won't let anything bad happen to this child!" he said with passion. "I will protect it as if it was my own, even if I have to defy my Father to protect it."
Tears gathered in Chloe's eyes at knowing that she had someone else on her side. Between Azrael and Michael, maybe there was a chance to save her child.
Before she could burst into tears, Chloe leant into Michael to rest her head on his shoulder, seeking comfort from the most unlikely person she could have thought of. Hesitantly, he circled his arms around her and relaxed into their embrace. Chloe couldn't believe how much she'd needed this, this reassurance that everything was not lost and that there was still hope. Being strong all the time was exhausting and right now all she wanted was for someone else to be strong for her.
After a long moment of silence between them, Chloe felt Michael shake his head. "How can you even still be alive?" he wondered in utter incomprehension.
Startled by his question, Chloe released her hold around him after sniffing back her last tears, and sat back. "What do you mean?"
He turned his body fully towards her until his knees almost touched hers. "I mean that humans shouldn't be able to wield that much power. It should have killed you."
Chloe's mouth was left hanging opened without a sound coming out.
It could have killed her?
Chloe put her hands over her abdomen in sudden anxiety, wondering if her child could really be a danger to her. The fear dissipated almost as soon as it appeared because there was no doubt in her mind that her child posed absolutely no threat to her. She thought a moment about Michael's words nonetheless, wondering what it could all mean.
"Are you saying that other Nephilim in the past turned out to be a danger to their human mothers?"
"No," he corrected promptly, "what I'm saying is that no human women were ever able to wield their unborn Nephilim's powers before you, precisely because their body could not survive it."
Chloe was stunned once more at the revelation.
She was the first one... the only human ever...
"Because I'm a miracle...," she mused softly, lifting her eyes back at Michael. "That's what makes me different."
Chloe knew that Michael had already been informed of her miraculous origin by Amenadiel, so it couldn't come as a surprise.
He considered her words carefully for a moment before nodding. "That could very well be the reason."
His smile widen slowly until he was beaming at her. "This is amazing! I'm gonna be an uncle." He chuckled in disbelief.
Chloe was caught up in his happiness and chuckled in joy with him.
Though his reaction puzzled her. "Don't you already have a bunch of nephews and nieces up in Heaven?"
"Not at all. Strangely, the birth of an angel is a very rare occurrence even though we can procreate between ourselves. I mean, we certainly have the physiological means to do it, and we don't have to bother ourselves with genetic closeness since we don't even share genes like humans do among close family members. And yet, only a few angels ever bounded enough to want to create a life. I wonder why that is..." Michael sounded like he was wondering about that for the first time ever.
Chloe remembered Lucifer's theory about angels not feeling emotions as strongly as humans did, for the possible reason that they had relented their freewill to God. If angels couldn't experience love strongly enough, it might explain why they didn't feel the need to make children. Chloe thought it made sense, though it was probably not the time to bring it up to Michael.
"From what I remember from the few pregnancies ever to happen in Heaven, the angel mother could feel and use her unborn child's unique powers before the actual birth. Isn't that exciting? Who knows what other powers your child could reveal to have?"
Chloe's eyes bulged in apprehension. "You mean that I could do more than shoot freaking lasers out of my palms?"
Michael nodded enthusiastically. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Damn!" Chloe mentally face-palmed. It might only be the beginning...
Michael seemed totally oblivious to her inner turmoil, too caught up was he in his own musing. "This child is already so powerful. Yet I couldn't even feel it before I really focussed on you to try and find any sign of celestial energy. Even now, I'm sure I wouldn't sense it if I didn't know it was there. Maybe your human body is efficiently concealing it? That can only be a good thing considering all the evil creatures running around the city that could get attracted to it otherwise."
Chloe thought back about the Soul Eater's behaviour. Its focus hadn't been on her at all, but on Trixie. So maybe Michael was right and it couldn't feel her child without knowing it was there. It made her realize that while the creature had not sensed the celestial essence inside her, she however had definitely sensed the demon's evil energy. She'd even been woken up by the strange sensation.
Now that she thought about it, she could remember having felt such a presence in other occasions over the last two weeks. The first time had been at the small park where Maze and she stumbled upon Lilim. The heaviness of the negative energy of that place had made her uncomfortable even before Lilim and her demons arrived. Then there had been the cemetery, where the presence of Hellhounds and of a Leech could explain the creepy feeling that she started to have as soon as she walked towards the crypt. And of course there was the Abbey. The mixt of celestial, demonic, and terrestrial energies back there had been such that it had made the hair over her arms stand up during the whole time she'd been there. She'd thought nothing of it at the time, putting it all on nerves and fear. Now she knew better.
It made her realize that it might not only be evil energies that she could feel now...
Chloe turned her eyes back on Michael who was lost in thoughts. This new idea should seem crazy to her and yet, there was nothing she would ever consider impossible anymore. Closing her eyes to better focus on the celestial energy inside her, Chloe relaxed and opened herself to it completely. Once she could feel it in every parcel of her being, she tried to extend her awareness to the person sitting beside her.
Her eyes almost startled open when she felt it, him, a strong luminous presence that was raising a tingling sensation all over her skin.
"I can feel you," she breathed, the disbelief tick in her voice.
"What?" Michael was definitely not getting her meaning.
Without answering him nor opening her eyes for fear of losing her focus, Chloe tried to extend her awareness even farther towards her daughter's room. A beaming smile lighten her features when she became aware of Azrael's bright presence.
"This is amazing! I can feel celestials!" She chuckled in utter amazement.
Michael's joyous laugher told her that he'd finally caught up with her. "What did I tell you? That kid certainly still have some surprises in store for you."
Chloe's awareness being still spread outwards, she suddenly felt a surge of celestial tingling with a clear evil vibe mixt into it. Her eyes widen in surprise and fear just as the elevator's doors opened on Maze and Amenadiel, with Doom already running into the room like he was on a blood hunt. The hound looked wild and out of control, his gaze on fire. Almost flying across the living room, he went straight to her bedroom. Growling and barking dangerously, he sniffed at the remains of the Soul Eater before following the creature's scent all the way back to the balcony. Apparently still not reassured that it was safe for his human charges, Doom came back into the living room and proceeded to inspect frenetically every parcel of the penthouse.
By that time, Maze and Amenadiel had joined Chloe and Michael and were looking around in full alert mode as if ready to fight a war.
Finally reassured that there was no threat to be dealt with, Maze lowered her daggers. "What's gotten into that hound? He started becoming crazy as soon as we entered Lux. Don't tell me that the Soul Eater came in here?"
Before Chloe could answer her, Trixie came out of her room and called Doom excitedly. He literally ran to her to nuzzle her side and lick her from head to toe in an outburst of love and protectiveness. The hound almost toppled the kid over in his excitement. He'd always been happy to see Trixie and very affectionate with her, but never had he made such a strong demonstration of love.
Trixie cajoled and reassured her hound. "I'm fine, Doom, don't worry. Mommy took care of the big bad monster."
Chloe noticed that her daughter was not even reacting to Doom's fiery gaze, as if it was a totally normal thing to have a dog with red eyes.
Without much surprises, Maze had caught on Trixie's slip. "What is she talking about, Decker? It can't be you who took out that creature."
"Of course she did," Trixie answered in Chloe's stead. "Mom was amazing! She burned that skeleton into a melting slime. She has superpowers too now, just like me."
Maze's and Amenadiel's astonished reactions were priceless.
Without confirming nor denying anything, Chloe steered her daughter towards her bedroom. "Come on Monkey, time to go to bed now that Doom is back. I'm sure he's also tired from his hunting."
After checking that Doom was not plastered with blood, Chloe tucked her daughter under the covers and allowed the hound to sprawl over it so Trixie could snuggle up against him. Just this one time, Chloe told herself resolutely.
When Chloe came back to the living room, she was met with wide questioning stares. She sighed in defeat. And she who thought that she could hide her pregnancy for a while. It hadn't even been 48 hours since she learned that almost everyone would already know. At least Trixie had not yet made the connexion. She knew that her daughter would find out sooner or later but couldn't bring herself to tell her so early if it meant breaking her young heart a few weeks later in the eventuality that this child wouldn't survive for long.
Chloe made a bee line for the bar where Azrael was sitting on a stool, nursing a glass of what looked like to be orange juice. Chloe wished she could take something a lot stronger than that to calm her nerves, but resigned herself to retrieve the said orange juice from the small cooler under the bar and poor herself a large glass.
Over at the couch, Maze and Amenadiel had joined a still smiling Michael and were already sipping at their own drinks, clearly waiting not so patiently for her to start the explanations.
"Cut the crap, Decker! What the hell happened here?" the demon almost snarled, restlessness taking the best of her.
Not so patiently indeed.
Chloe seated herself in front of them and took a sip of her drink before starting. "The Soul Eater attacked us while we were sleeping, Trixie and me. And I... I killed it with celestial power."
She kept gazing silently at her two gaping friends, waiting for them to do as Michael had and search for that tiny celestial spark inside her.
It took them a long moment to even make sense of her words and start looking at her with searching eyes. Maze was apparently the first to sense it if her widening eyes and choking breath were any indication.
Amanadiel followed close after her with a more vocal reaction. "Holly shit!"
Maze sprang up and walked dazedly to Chloe with a trembling hand raised towards her belly. She stopped herself just short of touching it and retracted her hand as if afraid to get burnt.
A maelstrom of emotions could be seen inside the Valkyrie's eyes. "It's Lucifer's..." she breathed, the words barely audible.
Chloe put a hand over her womb and smiled softly. "Of course it is."
While Amenadiel was now stunned into silence, the whirlwind of unusual emotions was still assailing Maze, so much so that her eyes soon filled up with tears. The Valkyrie took a few choking breathes, having clearly a hard time controlling her reaction.
"You're gonna have...," she drew another heavy breathe, "a baby?" She swallows hard to clear her dried throat. "A little Lucifer?"
It looked to be way too much emotions for the new Valkyrie to deal with all at once.
"Or a little Lucienda?" joked Chloe to lighten the mood and help her friend better deal with the news.
It seemed to help a little, for Maze suddenly chuckled wetly and wiped at her tearful eyes. "That kid's gonna be a dream to train, but a hell to raise, you realise that, Decker?"
Then Maze's face fell all of a sudden. "According that it lives long enough for that..." she finally whispered in dread.
Chloe forced a smile on her face to show the demon that she was already well aware of the threat hanging over her head.
That horrible realization was the last straw for the new Valkyrie's barely controlled emotions. She let escape a few choking sobs as the tears started pouring down her face. Going so quickly from utter happiness to utter devastation was more than her new soul could handle.
Maze suddenly dashed away towards the elevator, as if escaping this place could help her run away from her emotions. Amenadiel was able to slip into the lift cage at the very last second before it closed on them.
Chloe was left sitting on the couch, her heart crying for her friend and for herself.
"Lucifer!"Djalliah screamed in warning.
The Devil woke up instantly, his red eyes already glowing dangerously. He brought The Flaming Sword around, drawn from its hiding place under the pillow, to swing it at the closest demon attacking him. His enemy was severed almost in half at torso's height with the first strike. The second one decapitated him only a fraction of a second later. The body had not yet touched the ground that Lucifer was already up and moving towards another would-be assassin.
Djalliah had been woken up by an unusual sound coming from the corridor, something that stood out from the normal noises made by their guards. She'd sprang out from her bed that was standing close to the entry, and arrived just in time to pull at an intruder's wrist who was doing his best to walk inside the room quietly. By the time she'd slit his throat, four others had filled into the room, two of them attacking her while the others went straight for her King. She knew all of Lucifer's closest guards and even though those demons were disguised like ones, they certainly were not the real deal.
Now reassured that her Lord was not in immediate danger anymore, Djalliah returned her full focus on the two demons in front of her. Unfortunately, her distraction must have lasted a tad too long, because she suddenly felt a dagger cut through her side.
She screamed and groaned in pain and anger at her own stupidity as well as at her enemy. As if in reaction to her outburst, she heard Lucifer growl furiously behind her in a low cavernous voice that shook out the room. She knew how much her safety counted for him even if it eluded her; she was the one supposed to protect him, not the other way around.
The Devil's fury froze her two attackers into place long enough for her to kick away the one who just injured her and attack the other one with her drawn daggers. She discarded the dead body quickly then turned back to the last one who was already up and ready to fight her again.
Before she could spring into action, Djall saw appear from the corner of her eye, a red blur that lashed out at the last demon like a vengeful spirit. The demon was torn apart in sprays of blood that painted the walls and ceiling, then was beaten to death with his own limbs.
Lucifer was lost in a frenzy of killing, unable to stop himself from hacking the demon to pieces.
Only, it wasn't exactly Lucifer who was standing before Djalliah, but a full incarnation of the Devil he was, with even demonic wings standing mightily behind him. She'd never seen him like that, in his full glory. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
Somehow, she doubted that Lucifer would be as thrilled as she was once he realized what was happening to him. His Devil's face had been turning up more and more often lately as he was forced to embrace his Devil's side. At first, Djall couldn't understand his increasing distress regarding his face since she thought he looked as beautiful with it as without. She'd not understood until one day, when she saw what his Devil's side really did to him.
It had been a particularly bloody day during which they'd defeated a second Demon King, Belial. Lucifer had been particularly amazing during that fight, killing without restraint, looking bloodthirsty and devilish like never before, ripping demons apart with his bare hands and relishing in the blood and gore. He'd taken the Demon King's life in a flourish of blood and eaten his heart in front of the remaining army. That night, his Devil's face did not disappear. She'd never seen him so lost when he understood that it was there to stay.
He'd literally begged her to help him make it disappear by reminding him of who he was. She couldn't understand why it was so important to him to return to his angelic appearance. He was the Devil after all. Even though she didn't understand, she knew why. It was for that woman, the detective, Chloe... He wanted to keep being the man he thought she wanted him to be. It seemed so important to him that she'd finally helped him calm down with soothing words in his ears and tender kisses over his face. It had taken a long moment, but she'd done it, she'd brought him back.
Over the last few weeks since that day, the problem, like Lucifer called it, had only worsen and at times even his hands and arms had turned devilish. But it had never been to the extent of what she was seeing now; there was not a part of him that was not Devil-looking, and she could see all of him right now since he never slept with clothes, no more than she did.
Lucifer's frenzy finally quieted down after a long moment. Still panting from the exertion and the burst of adrenaline, he turned and looked at her with heartbreaking concern in his eyes. He crossed the space separating them and lifted a hand towards her bloodied side to assess her injury. She only had time to reassure him that she was fine, before he slowly became aware of the appearance of his skin.
His fiery eyes first rested on his hand, then travelled the length of an arm to land on his naked torso and the rest of his body. Djall heard his breathing pick up again until he literally choke when his gaze landed on his wings. The utter desperation she saw in his devilish features in that instant simply broke her heart.
Outside the chamber, Djall could hear screaming guards running towards them. She quickly went to the door to make sure that no one would enter and see her Lord in such a vulnerable state. There, she found the five guards that had been on duty, all dead on the stony floor. She understood that they'd been taken by surprise by the disguised intruders and killed swiftly. Djalliah quickly pushed the assassins' remains outside the room and ordered the new guards just arriving on the scene to take care of all the dead bodies. She reassured them that their King was unharmed and well then closed the door behind her.
By the time she came back to Lucifer, he was shaking all over in distress, still standing in the middle of the room in shock at looking at his wings.
Djall framed his face with her hands to force his gaze to hers. "It's ok Lucifer! I'm fine, and you will be too. Just calm down. Everything's going to be okay. "
It did little to soothe his growing panic.
His distress always became hers. He was her King, her creator, the center of her world, and the most important being in her life. She existed only to protect him, to make his life better, and she was ready to do anything to take those horrible feelings away from him. Anything!
Still continuing to talk soothing words, she pushed him back towards his bed and forced him down softly. Way too lost in his storm of despair, he didn't give her any resistance. She crawled up over him until she was straddling his naked hips.
Taking once more his face in her hands, she bore her gaze into his burning one to force her words past the cloud of confusion that dominated his mind.
"You are Lucifer Morningstar! My King! You are not the beast that you fear you are becoming. You are a wonderful being, the most amazing there is," she hammered into his consciousness.
She thought she saw a glimmer of recognition inside his devilish gaze and got encouraged that she could get to him.
She started kissing him all over his face tenderly, while stroking his hairless head and his devilish torso. Slowly, she felt him calming down.
Kissing him chastely and caress him affectionately were the only things he ever allowed her to do to take care of him in their intimacy. Because she knew he kept himself for her. Djalliah thought that she could never bring herself to accept that woman who made her Kind suffer so much. Even though Lucifer never left Djall take care of his needs, he always seemed to be craving for tenderness, and she'd learned that it was the only thing, added to her soothing words, that could ever bring him back to who he wanted to keep being when he had one of his episodes.
But tonight, she feared that simple affection would not be enough. She had been preparing herself for this moment for months, learning the skills of pleasing a male, practicing with many of her fellow demons, but always with the thought that someday she might have to use those skills on her King. Her devotion was complete. She would be whatever he needed her to be, not that she would consider it a duty to please that gorgeous being. She was wet just thinking about taking him. She would be the most amazing thing he ever experienced.
Her chaste kisses slowly turned to hungry ones. She was by now applying open mouthed kissed to his devilish neck and torso. Lucifer was slowly coming out of his shocked state and looked down into her lusty eyes. Her hands travelled slowly down his torso and abdomen until she took his tick member into her hand. She stroke him languorously a couple of times and felt his verge already reacting to her ministrations and pulsing with need. Lucifer looked as if in a daze, but didn't stop her.
Djalliah positioned herself above her King and lowered herself slowly, about to take him whole inside her and give herself to him completely. She wanted to please him, to soothe his pain away, and show him how beautiful he was in her eyes, hoping that by doing so she could remind him that he was also an angel and ultimately bring him back to who he wanted to be.
Author's note: I hope you won't crucify me for that ending... :/ Please let me know how you liked that chapter, your feedbacks mean the world to me. Coming soon, Doom's testing with the K9 unit, then Tribe night! There is still time for you to tell me what you'd like to see happen in those scenes. Thanks for reading, and commenting.
