1/31/2024 0 Comments Lucifer half wing maplestoryAnd I don’t think I’ll have enough time to heal all the damage You did.Īs always, there was no response, neither in words, nor in any other kind of sign Chloe recognized. Eons of thinking oneself unworthy will do that to a soul, God. Can You imagine what it does to him, thinking that his true form is something to be feared? Thinking that he is not worthy of being loved? I keep telling him that he is, but I don’t think it registers with him. He only assumes it to punish humans, to scare them. She carefully ran the tips of her fingers over the uneven shapes, feeling the ridges of the scars, the paper-thin skin barely covering bone and sinew. Okay, God, she thought, picking up where she had left it the night before, in a way it’s Your fault that he’s looking like this now, right? I mean, he acts like it doesn’t hurt him, and it probably doesn’t, or he wouldn’t turn into this shape in his sleep, but still. It was at times like this that Chloe, who had never believed in God, found herself praying to Lucifer’s Father, who might, if this crazy path were to be walked to its destination, eventually turn out to be her father-in-law. But sometimes during the night when they shared a bed, she found herself inundated by the things she felt for the actual Devil she had chosen to spend her life with, by the very fact that Lucifer really was the Devil and she a literal miracle, by the divine machinations she had found herself in, and by the awareness that, despite his personal history, despite the implications, Lucifer had chosen her, even though it probably meant playing his designated part in his Father’s game. During the day, when she had her job and her daughter and her responsibilities, she mostly managed to keep her feelings in check. She pressed her lips against his scarred skin, eyes closing as a shock wave of affection crested and crashed into her. His breathing stalled for a bit, and she held her breath, afraid she had woken him up, but he exhaled on a soft sigh, not stirring, not shifting back. Afraid that he might shift back any second now and that her chance to do it would be gone, she also moved one hand, very carefully, to rest it on his face, fingers spread to touch as much of it as she could, lightly, so very lightly. Slowly, she turned her head until her lips touched his hairless scalp, feeling the inhuman warmth he radiated in this form, the textures of the smooth, scorched skin. Even more amazing since she had learned how suspicious he normally was of nearly everyone else around him. It was a sign of how much he trusted her, how safe he felt with her and it was very probably unprecedented in his long existence. She treasured every minute he spent asleep next to her, since he didn’t need much sleep in the first place and usually was up again one or two hours after having gone to bed.īut this, holding the sleeping Devil in his true form in her arms, was even more precious to her. Sometimes, he did it just after falling asleep, or just before waking up, or, as seemed to be the case now, when he was in deep sleep.Īngels didn’t dream, but Lucifer certainly had different phases to his sleep phases when he would wake up at the softest sound, and brief ones when it was almost impossible to wake him - not that Chloe had seriously tried. Chloe hadn’t yet managed to find a pattern to this subconscious shifting. As far as she was aware, the longest it had lasted was maybe five minutes. It happened from time to time that he shifted in his sleep, apparently without meaning to or without even noticing. Lucifer’s head was a warm, welcome weight resting against her shoulder, his even breathing a calming sound, and his arm across her waist a soothing anchor.Īnd he was also, she was surprised and delighted to find, currently in his Devil form. Not that she needed any light to know that she was right where she wanted to be, and who she wanted to be with. Well, relative darkness, considering the residual light filtering in through the windows in the penthouse and making things just bright enough for her to make out silhouettes and outlines.
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