It had officially been 3 weeks since your younger self had been brought through. Your grandmother was still convinced that your spell worked as it was intended to, and you couldn't get a hold of any of your "acquaintance's" whom you would normally reach out to with regards to magic and sorcery. She followed you around like a shadow or a lost puppy. Honestly, she had become like a little sister you never had, and suddenly you were grateful to be an only child. You hadn't quite realised just how dependant children could be. Your father tried his best to prevent Detective Decker from meeting the child, especially while the younger you still couldn't control the eye colours she was producing. She was making slight improvement, her eye colour changed from bright red to a translucent purple colour.

You still couldn't figure out how to send your younger self back. Your grandmother took great joy in constantly reminding you that she wouldn't disappear until she completed the reason she was there. The younger you was dubbed "Junior" and "Mally" (both nicknames made you cringe). Your younger self seemed to be obsessed with Lucifer and when she wasn't following you around she was being his shadow. Lucifer was still unsure about the younger you and was extremely cautious, Amenadiel on the other hand kept the child at arms length, as if she were a bomb primed to blow at any minute. Chioni was constantly protective of the younger you.

"What are you doing?" You could feel Mally hanging around you and sense her curiosity building, you refused to look up from your studying to see what she was up to.

"Where are all the souls?" Mally's voice was so small, almost like she was asking the question out loud to herself (You guessed she kind of was, but thinking that way ended up hurting your head). You couldn't help but look up at the bizarre question. "Has it really taken you 3 weeks to notice?" Mally shrugged at your question and responded with, "Not really, I just kept looking. Thought they were playing Hide and Seek." Mally was running her fingers lightly along the artefacts you had collected over the millennia's. You stared at the child with your own form of curiosity for a few seconds, then shook your head and returned your focus to studying how to send her home.

After a few hours of hiding out in your room at Lucifer's (you still couldn't return to your own apartment), you and Mally had migrated into the livingroom and set up camp in front of the window. Mally's attention drifted after about an hour and she stood and placed herself in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. "What happened to you? You're filled with hurt... and sadness...?" Before you could respond to her, you sensed something and instinctively wrapped yourself around her and pulled her to the ground, wings instinctively unleashing to protect you both as glass shattered around you both. Your scream of pain was so sharp Mally couldn't help but scream at your reaction and cover her ears as you both hit the ground. The pain you felt immediately sent you back to being on the cold, metallic table and almost made you pass out, the only thing forcing you not to pass out and to return to the present was knowing you had to protect your younger self and hearing her scream. You had no idea what would happen to present you if anything happened to her.

"Well, well, well, Malkira Morningstar, screaming like a child. That's definitely the last thing I expected." The voice shocked your system and your head shot up.
"Uncle Uriel!?" You and Mally gasped. It was rare to see Uriel away from the Golden City. Uriel's puzzlement was crystal clear on his face. He evidently hadn't predicted you would have brought your younger self through from the past.
You always managed to stay just outside his predictive sight for some reason. You would think he'd be use to the fact that you were able to surprise him at this stage.

You groggily got to your feet, Mally slowly got up beside you and looked at her clothes, they were covered in blood droplets. You hadn't realised how badly your wings were damaged. They were sitting asymmetrically, one clearly dislocated in several places, the other evidently damaged, but semi-workable, blood dripping of them at different points. Mally watched as the point where your wings protruded from your back bled, more intrigued with working out how to fix the damage than the potential threat of your uncle standing before you both.