If it were possible, Errshek’s human form appeared even less remarkable than hisDaemoenicone.He’d been molded with a slight build, neither muscular nor plump, and almost half a foot shorter than the First.With dirty blonde hair falling a finger’s width above his brows, it hid his most remarkable feature—lighter, cream-hued strands of hair which might be found at either side of his scalp, just past his hairline.Errshek’s flesh didn’t seem pale, nor bronzed, nor dark.The Sixth’s complexion reflected brown enough to pass muster in almost any setting without calling any attention, wanted or otherwise.In the right light, a dusting of freckles might be appreciated across his nose.The auricles of his ears spread just a little too wide, his olive-green eyes barely too close together, and his nose on the wrong side of too broad at the base to be pleasant.
Kalia’s human shell possessed a softness not seen in any of her kin.Lucifer dotted her round face with dark freckles, topped with shoulder-length honey brown hair.Shorter than the others, she came to Saer’s chin, though she didn’t miss the chance to look up at anyone with unamused, earthen-brown eyes.Two small circular, ivory highlights shone at the left and right side of her forehead.Her complexion reminded Saer—he realized with a twist in his guts—of Ruki’s.
When only he and Neyu stood at the foot of the dais, Saer glanced upwards.
Lucifer slumped over one arm of Its throne, face buried in the pillow of Its upper limbs.Labored breaths lifted and dropped the fallen angel’s shoulders and wings in a steady cadence.
You will work apart,the command Lucifer had given him on their first day together replayed in the back of his mind.Once again, the bitter thought that his maker created Neyu to be his match, just to keep them apart, slithered through his conviction.The oaths he’d taken.
His maker couldn’t come to the surface in Its given form, so It had told Saer.
A lie?
But if it were a lie, his maker would have no reason to send Its creations to Earth in Its stead.
With a hard swallow and one final stare at Lucifer’s diminished form, Saer made a beckoning gesture to Neyu as he tip-toed from the throne room, out of eyesight and earshot of the fallen angel.
She padded silently behind.
Neyu’s human form begged to be touched, as was only befitting of Lust herself.Voluptuous curves blended with exquisite musculature under her flesh, as flawless and pale as a pearl.The delicate lines of her face carried a symmetry to make artists weep, her lips full and pouting.Rich waves of sable cascaded just past her shoulders with gleaming silver crescents at the forefront.Just as Pride maintained his pale blue eyes, hers endured in a magnificent azure hue, pulling every unsuspecting passerby into their depths.Her nails maintained their silver glint atop each lithe finger.
She inarguably carried every physical asset to draw anyone’s attention at every turn.
Saer saw everything she offered beneath the perfection.Her cunning and revolutionary spirit.The kind-hearted and sometimes infuriating boundary-tester.Fierce protector of their own.
Though, to say he possessed immunity to her appearance would also be a mistake.She tied his insides up in knots for reasons he couldn’t begin to fathom.
A human thing,Saer argued to himself.Let it go.
After they’d made it to a chamber far enough from the throne room, Saer held a hand in offering.
Neyu’s attention settled on his open palm.She stared.
She hadn’t spoken to him since retreating from his chambers.After he’d used the spark of unmaking on her.How could he blame her?
The corners of Saer’s eyes tightened, and the instant before he dropped his arm, she placed her hand in his.
He just stopped from saying her name, offering her a quiet growl of gratitude instead.Her gaze flicked to his, and he summoned Hellsfire to take them before Lucifer could call them back.
A buzzing, both light-hearted and anxiety-ridden, addled his brain.As though he’d been fresh-born again.Yet, he’d never experienced anything like it.
Ruki once tried to explain nervous excitement to him, like butterflies in the stomach.The memory of the boy sparked a whole round of other conflicting emotions, and he shoved them away.
What in the Hells is wrong with me?
Alone.With Neyu.
Able to speak with absolute freedom, learn from each other, embrace their power as a team.
The flames died around them, and the familiar chill of the surface brushed against his bare, pale skin.As the blinding glare faded, his demoness melted into focus.
Neyu seized his attention without trying, then shifted her attention upward.
A thrill ran through him when she gasped as she took in the sky, then her lips broke into a brilliant smile.
He’d not paid any mind to the endless expanse overhead during his time with humanity, other than to acknowledge how it changed.The sun, clouds, rain, stars—all these he relayed with point-blank disinterest when discussing Earth with his kin.
Neyu, he swore, saw magic.
