It had been at least a month after their interaction, and even then Lucifer would know none of his visions were set in stone. They were just possible outcomes. Perhaps another vision would come about, but they were entirely at random, this foresight that had plagued him for centuries.
The sky would open up and Lyra was swooping down with her wings, her holy blade on her hip, and she seemed perfectly fine. She landed in a small field, her wings folding up behind her and disappeared into her shoulder blades. She was clad in armor again, her halo of light around her head dimmed ever so slightly. That was because of the immense darkness she felt on the earth at the moment. Sure it felt nothing of what her and Lucifer had both felt that night prior to her returning to heaven…but still it made her uneasy. Was it another ‘faerie’? Or something more sinister like a soul eater?
She glanced around the field, surveying her surroundings. It was dusk and the sun was setting. The air was thick and she felt like she could cut it with her blade.
Lyra wasn’t aware that with every passing blood moon- Lucifer’s power would wane, until he had found one to rule with for all eternity. That’s why everything prior to their first time made more sense. Demons just didn’t escape hell. If they did all the time, that would mean Lucifer wasn’t a very effective ruler. Something or someone must have been at the end of it, pulling the strings, but whoever that was had surely been under Lucifer’s ever vigilant gaze for a long time.
Now Lyra was here, on earth, the blood moon had passed just a month prior-barely missing both her and Lucifer’s first time sleeping with one another, so she wasn’t exactly his ‘mate’ as other demons would call it, but that wouldn’t lessen the feelings they shared for one another.
She turned her head at the sound of twigs breaking, clearly on edge on whatever was lurking in the shadows. She readied her sword, waiting for the entity to strike.
