Part Treize - In which Lucifer has an Identity Crisis

[gracefulsins]

Adam’s sleep was mercifully dreamless. He’d resisted it for a long time, terrified of the possibility of dreams. That fear however proved itself to be completely groundless. By the time that he allowed himself rest, his body and mind were too concerned with sleeping to actually allow him to dream. He slept heavy, and he slept for a long time. It was his first real and uninterrupted sleep since coming back from the dead. He had needed it that was for sure. He had suffered a serious onslaught of mental and physical attacks since waking up in the middle of nowhere. For a weaker person, it probably would have done them in. Being tossed around by Lucifer like a plaything, finding out what had really happened, all the gruesome details of a violent death (not only his own death, but his mothers as well, no less), and being bashed into the side of a cliff like he was nothing more than a ragdoll.

Fortunately, Adam was remarkably resilient. It didn’t always show in the best ways, but it did show. For example, much like his oldest brother, Adam was prone to sarcasm and snarky remarks, made even to the devil himself. On the surface, it was obviously not the best idea, for obvious reasons. He had however, kept himself sane. He had possibly even started to cope with the entire ordeal. Though that was still up in the air.

So he slept, unaware of the rest of the world for a very long time, comfortable and safe in the shelter of Lucifer’s body. When he finally started to wake, he woke slowly, rising up from the layers of his sleep, almost like he was resisting the fact that he was eventually going to have to wake up. But with his reality the way it was right now, who could really blame him? Slowly, he started to become aware of small things, still submerged in the final layers of sleep. The sheets and blankets around him, and the coolness of Lucifer’s body still close to his own. Then there was his own body, stiff, heavy, clearly he hadn’t even moved in the night, his sleep had been so heavy, his body too tired to put in the effort. Besides, curled into Lucifer like he was, why would he really want to move anyway?

He groans softly, not liking the heavy feeling of his own body, but equally disliking the fact that he was going to have to move and try and shake some of it off. He was probably going to be stiff all day, which was a real bitch. Besides, the bed and Lucifer were both comfy, and he wasn’t really fully awake yet, still clinging desperately to the last threads of sleep before he was going to have to admit defeat and finally wake up. Bummer.


Lucifer's smirk was wry as he watched Adam fight to go back to sleep. Exhausted slumber may have left him feeling stiff, but it had allowed his body to at least try to take stock of the damage. The bruising on his back was...extensive. It was a very unhealthy color of black...and the human was going to find out just how painful it was going to be when he started moving. His back was almost literally in knots. His muscles were...tight, to the point of pain easily. Sleep had kept him pain free thus far, but soon enough...the last bit would fade away...

"Morning...well actually late morning." He said, barely moving, but reaching up to trail finger along Adam's jaw softly. He didn't speak loudly, his voice little more than a rumble against Adam. Once Adam woke up a little more, Lucifer was going to try and 'cook' again, which meant not cooking and making his strange egg-covered bread for him. 'French Toast', the Archangel still didn't understand what made covering bread in raw egg and cooking it, good. Though his human liked it, so he supposed he would make it for him. As well as something that was /good/ for him, like milk, and juice and fruits. Lucifer was far from a health nut, but still. Humans were fragile, and if he didn't put the appropriate materials for his body to heal most effectively, then it would take longer, and something gave the Devil a sneaking suspicion that Adam was anything but fun when he was in pain.

“Morning.” Came Adam’s automatic reply, followed closely by a resigned sigh. He knew he was going to have to momentarily admit defeat and start actually waking up. The house was already bright, he could see it even through his closed eyelids, the day having started a lot time ago. Late morning, Lucifer had said. No doubt almost noon. Not that he minded having slept away the morning, in fact, he preferred it that way when he could get away with it. He couldn’t remember a summer as a teenager where he had ever managed to make himself crawl out of bed before the ungodly hour of 12:00 p.m. That was just nuts.

With another sigh, Adam finally brings himself to open his eyes, letting the world back into his vision. Well, right now the world consisted mostly of a few blankets and Lucifer’s chest, but that was good enough for now. The world could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t like Adam needed to rush for anything. There were maybe three or four people who even knew that he was alive, and he wasn’t in a rush to get back to any of them.

Stifling a yawn, Adam moves to stretch out his back, not wanting to stay curled up and tense forever. That however, did not last very long. As soon as he went to straighten out his back, it was like every muscle along the way resisted, locking up and refusing to move, hating him for making them move after having lain still for so long. The pain that ripped down his back as a result was merciless, downright excruciating. Biting back on a cry, he didn’t want to scream, whatever he did, he didn’t want to scream; he tries to curl up again, his body trying to revert to the last painless position he had been in.

It didn’t help though, of course it didn’t help. His face twisting in a mask of pain, Adam shuts his eyes tightly, turning his face down into the mattress. He was trying to block it out, to not think about it until it went away (please God, tell him it was going to go away). He’d had enough pain, enough now. Too much.

Lucifer actually winced with Adam, though he didn't notice it, nor would he admit to it. He didn't know exactly what to do, with the broken human at the moment, so he held absolutely still and waited for the pain to pass. He used the time to think about what he was supposed to be doing when someone was in pain? If it had been his brothers when they were younger he would have probably exploded what had hurt them. Or cajoled them so they weren't thinking about what had hurt them...now he was likely the cause of their anguish. Anything less than his brothers? He didn't care about, but he knew he didn't like Adam's face twisted like that.

Perhaps he could take some of it away? He gestured and brushed some of the pain away, though he didn't actually make the bruise any lighter, but perhaps now Adam wouldn't split his lip when he was biting it, and could remember to breathe without too much trouble. Adam's muscles loosened very slightly, and the pain would be less, but not gone. Lucifer stilled again, still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. He wasn't a human, so his natural reactions were to sit there and let it pass, at least that was his plan til something else decided to jump out at him.

Reaching out, Adam takes hold of Lucifer’s arm, gripping tightly and squeezing with his hand. Something to focus on, something to hold on to and distract himself, it was what he needed right now really. Plus there was always the added bonus of not having to worry about actually hurting Lucifer. He doubted he could hurt the devil if he tried hard. Not that he would bother trying.

He felt some of the pain alleviate, some of the biting edge going out of it. That was good, really good. Lately, Adam wasn’t much of a stranger to pain. A certain amount he could handle, he had expected it even, though surprised that it had taken so long to develop. He had been foolish to think that he had gotten off so lightly when he had woken up. But it was what he had been hoping for, so he hadn’t bothered to question it much. No one wanted to wake up to extreme pain.

His fingers dug painfully (or what would have been painfully for anyone else at any rate) into Lucifer’s arm, and he lay perfectly still, letting the initial shock from the pain pass. ‘You can do this’, he was silently encouraging himself, ‘You’ve had worse. You know you’ve had worse.’ He definitely had... technically he had also died the only other time he had felt pain worse than this, but he had felt worse pain.

After a while, he slowly starts to move again, slow, careful movements this time, inches at a time, bearable pain, not willing to push anything. He was going to hurt all day; and probably the next one, and the one after that. But he was hoping that it wouldn’t be so bad once he loosened the muscles, got them warmed up and used to moving again.

Just one day without something going brutally wrong, was that really so much to ask? It seemed so.

Adam struggles a few times, trying to sit himself up in the bed, since he only had limited mobility for his back while he was lying down. After a few fruitless and admittedly kind of pathetic and painful attempts, Adam breaths out heavily, looking up to meet Lucifer’s look for the first time since waking. He really hated asking for help. “Could you help me up, please?”

Lucifer nods quietly, slipping his hands under Adam's torso at the ribcage and hips. "Hold your back still. When I pick you up, put your hands down and your knees under you. One, two, three..." As he said three, he lifted, using no small amount of telekinetic ability to make it seem like Adam was still laying on a board, just in case he couldn't keep his back still. Lucifer held him there while he got his arms and legs underneath him. Soon as he thought that his human could hold his own weight the archangel gently let Adam back down. It had to hurt less than the entire range of motion that Adam didn't have at the moment. Now he could keep his back mostly straight and still move.

He didn't say anything about it. He wouldn't want Adam to rub his nose in it should Lucifer ever have to ask for help. Though why would he ask for help from the human? That was just silly. He had no reason, but he found himself not saying anything still. Part of him was wondering why he bothered with being nice to him, and the other part just decided that it was what was happening. As Adam moved slowly, Lucifer just watched quietly, as if he were waiting for a noise of pain to jump in and help again, coiled up with that familiar tenseness. A spring three-times too tight.

Being lifted up hurt like a bitch, but Adam didn’t make a sound. He let out a breath of relief when he was finally upright in the bed, having some of the pressure off of his back was definitely helpful too. “Thanks”, Adam manages a half smile, before his face fell back into a concentrated look. He really was grateful, but smiling when you were in serious pain smiling wasn’t easy, so Lucifer was kind of lucky that he got even that much at this point. He slowly started about the task of rotating his back and shoulders to the side, easing into the pain, letting it come and slowly lessen while he moved. It was going to be a while yet before the pain was gone. Unfortunate, but still better than what the alternative would have been if Lucifer hadn’t pulled Adam out of the water when he had. It was still much better than that. Dying once was enough for Adam for a really long time.

“Stupid current, rock walls...” Adam mutters to himself, not in his most chipper of moods. First of all, there was the fact that he was in pain, never good. And there was the fact that he was already clearly going to be dependent on Lucifer for some things. He was definitely going to try and keep that one to a minimum, but it looked like it was going to be unavoidable for some things. He didn’t like that. He wasn’t a fan of being waited on by anyone, but having to rely on Lucifer of all people. There were only a billion or so ways that it could end badly. And that was being optimistic right now if you asked him.

Lucifer stood up and loitered, jeans on with little more than a thought. "You're welcome." He said, his voice quiet, not feeling like pressing the human with banter or much of anything. If only he'd paid just a little more attention, he could probably fix this with no effort at all...but he didn't need to know it, and he wasn't about to risk Adam...He blinked and shook his head, not saying anything aloud but slightly taken aback by the thought, visibly, thankfully Adam was having enough of a time dealing with his own issues and his own pain to notice Lucifer's minute changes in facial expressions today. Oh but his mood was going to get tiresome if he didn't chill out.

"You need to eat." Lucifer stated, didn't ask, because Adam was going to sit there and suffer til he /had/ to ask, and that would just take up needless time. Lucifer nodded and decided to try this 'egg covered, cooked bread' called 'french toast' again. He could put other things on the tray that was now sitting on the counter. He smirked at Adam slightly, as he left, sort of a look that read 'you didn't ask...' It may go easier for the both of them if Lucifer didn't have to deal with watching Adam harm himself trying to do things, and if he also didn't have to deal with Adam's attitude all day. His suffering was enough of an irritation to Lucifer because he didn't know how to fix it. Let alone deal with Adam's insufferable nature when he wanted to dig his heels in and act like a child. This time Lucifer might be able to understand his reactions, thus...this and not making the bed disappear and dropping the sore human on his black and blue back.

Adam looked up, and watched Lucifer leave the room. If he had been capable of it, he would have followed after Lucifer and insisted on making himself something to eat. He had no idea what Lucifer was going to make him eat, and secondly, if Lucifer decided that he was actually going to cook something... well, Lucifer couldn’t cook. It was pretty funny actually, as far as Adam was concerned. The guy could make an island bigger and put a house on it with, what? A thought? A will in his head? But he had burned the crap out of French toast. How was that not funny?

Adam had bigger problems right now though than having to eat something raw or slightly charred. Even though that wasn’t particularly appealing, he would live with it if it came to that, or work on getting himself out of this damn bed so that he could get himself some food. And he was hungry. He’d slept right through breakfast time, so it made sense that he would be. He just couldn’t really believe that Lucifer had thought of it first. He decided to blame it on the fact that the pain was masking the hunger, because really it was. He hadn’t been aware that he was even hungry until Lucifer had mentioned food. Either way, not the issue right now. Whatever Lucifer was doing, he could handle himself, Adam was sure. For now he kept his focus on his own back, arching his back forward and rolling it back, rotating side to side, stretching it out, whatever he could think of to get himself as much range of motion as possible. He did not want to have to spend this entire day sitting uselessly in bed. He was going to get himself up and moving around if it almost killed him.

Lucifer got into the kitchen and gathered the materials for this endeavor and put it all together with what looked to be almost mechanical motions. He didn't need to look at his hands, because he was too busy making sure his movements were what he remembered them as being. Though it wasn't the same as a human remembering how they did something. No...Lucifer literally 'replayed' the motions. Like his body was on repeat, if he thought about it too much? He'd screw it up somehow. No, this would come out exactly as Adam had made his own, then the rest of it would be Lucifer's doing.

Cooking was not something Lucifer was ever going to need to know. So best to just not think of it.

The cooking went well this time around, a lot better than it had the first time, at least. It looked like when Adam had made it. It went on a plate, and then there was milk, orange juice, water, and a selection of fruits in a bowl. He put in tangerine slices, purple sweet grapes, some strawberries, and blackberries. Things he could eat with little effort or lifting, and most of the things were sweet. It all got put on the tray, along with silverware and a warm little deal of syrup. It looked really good, but that was because Lucifer actually /wanted/ it to for some reason. Like the fact that it was perfect would somehow lessen Adam's foul mood? Perhaps that was what he was aiming for. He looked it over one more time, before picking it up and taking it back to Adam, setting it down across his lap with little to-to or flourish. He wasn't trying to say 'look at me' it was more of a 'here ya go'. Though when he stepped back, he did have another handful of grapes that he started eating slowly, mainly so he was just /doing/ something.

Adam had to admit, once he actually started to smell the food that it seemed like Lucifer might actually be doing alright this time on his own. He was still not expecting what he saw when Lucifer brought his food back in to the bedroom for him. It looked...delicious. It really, honestly did. It was a striking difference from yesterday that was for damn sure.

“Thank you Lucifer.” Adam gives another half smile, giving up moving around for a little while to take the time to eat. Just looking at the food was making him hungrier now. And of course there was the fruit. That made Adam smile. Lucifer had this thing for fruit, it was interesting really. Just in the kind of ‘Who’d of though it?’ kind of way.

Adam picks at a grape, popping it into his mouth before picking up the knife and cutting into the French toast. He knew that Lucifer was standing there pretty much watching him, and it still felt pretty odd to be that closely watched, but he was more concerned with that fact that he was actually starting to get used to it. He’d spent the last few days under near constant supervision. It wasn’t optimal, but shockingly, it was starting to bother him less and less.

Taking his first bite of the toast, Adam chewed slowly, a smile playing on the corners on his mouth. It was delicious. The toast was perfect, the syrup still warm, it was like French toast Heaven... a comment he was opting to just keep to himself. “This is so good!” He says instead, actually pleasantly surprised, and happy to be eating a decent meal. It was energy that his body was going to need if he was going to be getting any better. He takes a sip of his juice before starting in on the strawberries, knowing that Lucifer was going to start doing that glare thing he did if Adam didn’t eat the fruit as well, and he wasn’t in the mood to argue over fruits now. Besides, they were all really good, so he had no problems eating just about everything that Lucifer had put in front of him.

Lucifer didn't mention the strange slightly happy feeling he got from Adam's thank you, he just nodded, and folded up his long legs, sitting down with his back to the glass and eating his grapes. He almost did start glaring, but knowing that Adam couldn't move...that helped. He could just leave the tray there until he ate all of the food. All of it. It was the benefit of having Adam at his mercy, more so than usual. If he was going to put that fouled bread in his mouth, the least he could do would be to eat something good for him. /Something./

"I won't ruin your 'french toast' again. I memorized you making it." He said rolling a grape between his cool fingertips as he spoke, listening to the happy noises Adam made as he ate. It was pleasing, this calm. This wouldn't last, because happiness never does, and Adam's back would demand more attention as the day wore on, even if it didn't get any worse, just any more movement...Adam would be back in a foul mood before long, but this was nice. Lucifer could be content with this. Another thought he didn't like. These errant behaviors were becoming more frequent, if they had stayed rare he could tolerate them, but something was not...right. He pushed the thought away, standing up to go and open the house up to the breeze outside. Even if he had to teleport Adam outside...it was nice out and Lucifer was never one to miss time marveling at his Father's creation. (Though which one he'd been spending more time admiring lately he couldn't be so sure.) As he moved to pull the doors open on one side of the house, he let his thoughts wander for a moment, but reigned them back in when he noticed where they were headed. No. He shook himself and exhaled an unneeded breath. Adam was nothing more than a vessel he needed to keep out of Michael's hands...but even as he thought it...yeah, right.

“You memorized it?” Now that was interesting. But Adam just smiled, going back to eating his food, not saying anything more about it, he didn’t bother pressing that fact, or even pressing for an answer to his question. Lucifer had admitted to it once; that was more than enough. But it was definitely interesting.

Lately, he had been keeping a lot of interesting observations about Lucifer to himself. He wasn’t dumb. If he bugged Lucifer about half the things that he wanted to, Lucifer would probably kill him out of sheer annoyance. Besides, there were some things that he wasn’t sure yet if he wanted Lucifer knowing that he had caught on to. Things that he wanted to think about on his own time. He watched Lucifer while he ate, moving around the room and opening the house up to the outside. The food was definitely helping with his mood; it gave him something else aside from the nagging pain in his back to think about for a while. No doubt he had seen better moods than the one he was in right now, but considering everything, he was relatively mellow for the time being.

Still though, he wasn’t sure how he was going to get through the next few days feeling the way that he was. He ate his brunch in relative silence, thinking about that. He wasn’t going to be able to do much of anything, and guaranteed trying to get back to sleep was going to be a bitch. Falling asleep when you were in pain usually was. Never mind when the pain went down the length of your body, and his back to boot, considering he usually slept on it. All he could really hope for was that he would heal up quick. Probably the only good thing about the pain: it was a sign that he was at least healing up.

Once the windows were opened up to let the air come in off the water, the Devil paused, watching the ocean for a few minutes, letting Adam finish his meal in peace. He loved the smell of the air off the ocean, smelled so clean, free of all the filth in cities and where humans congregated. They were filthy beasts. "Most are." He corrected himself verbally...without thinking about it. When he realized he'd said that, let alone out loud...one of the windows shattered as he cursed in his true voice.

What sounded like a dragon just roared in the Living room. Yeah.

Lucifer took a very deep un-needed breath and put the windows back together. The glass appearing to simply rewind itself into place, the spiderwebs fading back to their center, and then to nothing. He was losing it here. All this peace, he was getting soft, weak. He couldn't afford to lose focus like this. This was going to get him killed. Lucifer needed to remember that he wasn't quite as unbreakable as he liked to show his...the human. If Lucifer cared about anything, it would be taken and it would be broken and hurt. Lucifer had already seen that with Gabriel, with his whole family. He’d loved them and then they were taken from him and broken to shattered and fragmented pieces of what they had been before, shadows of their former glory. It would be better for both of them if Lucifer didn't care. It really would. Lucifer was a selfish being, and he wanted to keep Adam. The only way to keep him would be to not care...he could do that.

Adam glances up from his plate when he hears Lucifer speak, his voice cutting into the silence suddenly and unexpectedly. He was about to ask Lucifer to repeat whatever he had just said, not sure that he had heard the whole thing, when the window shattered, and the house filled with noise. Adam jumps in his seat, sending a jolt of pain up his back, and almost knocking over his juice and the remainder of the food on his plate. His mind went into panic for a few seconds, not sure what was going on. Everything had been silent and peaceful, and then all of a sudden everything was shattered. The first thought that his mind jumped to was that it was some kind of attack. A weird thought maybe, but the most logical to him at first.

But that was wrong. There was no one here but him and Lucifer, and Lucifer didn’t seem worried. Tense, yes. Angry, probably. But he didn’t seem all too worried about it. Biting back on a groan, Adam ignores the fresh pain shooting up from his back, his focus on Lucifer. Lucifer was the only one who could have done what had just happened, but why?

Adam watches uncertainly while the devil stares out the window, suddenly wishing more than ever that he wasn’t sitting immobile in the bed. Now didn’t seem like a good time to be unable to move. Not at all. He wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what exactly he should say. Adam had learned early on that it wasn’t a good idea for him to talk when Lucifer was in a mood, but he usually ignored it anyway. The thing was, Lucifer tended to cause pain when he was mad, intentionally or unintentionally; but either way, he had a temper. Under normal circumstances, Adam might have been willing to take the risk. But right now? He didn’t think he could handle any more pain coming from anywhere else.

So he sits, nervously twirling his fork around between his fingers while he watches Lucifer’s back. He was coming to an unpleasant realization. Maybe it was the fact that he was immobile and in pain, maybe it was the seemingly unprompted violence on Lucifer’s part, or maybe it was common sense finally kicking in, but right now, Adam was actually afraid of the devil.

"One syllable, enough to break a window. One word? Every piece of glass in this house. A sentence? Breaks your eardrums and turns your brain to pulp, then it leaks out of your ears." Adam was right to fear Lucifer. He /should/, they all should! They should love him and fear him because he was both terrible and beautiful. He was their end, and here he was worrying about one of them...just one little human. He couldn't tip the scale either direction, but Lucifer was still loathe to let him go. Even the devil needed company, and a little bit of home. Though there was conflict...even now Lucifer wanted to /explain/ more.

Tell him that /this is what happened/ every time he wanted to talk, that he was literally nothing but divine destruction and light to all of humanity. How could he be anything but? Adam treated him so /human/ so often, because he looked it...because of his curiosity and his occasionally human responses. Lucifer was anything but human, and Adam needed to keep that very clear in his mind. Lucifer did to. They were not equals. Angels and mortals never could be equals. Adam would always be less, even in the best of worlds. He would be kept in any scenario and he'd hate it. All humans couldn't really stand at a base level being 'out of control'. They could give control to another human, but it took a lot for them to really submit to another being. Especially one they could barely comprehend. No, it was better this way.

Wasn't it?

Lucifer eventually turns and leans against the door frame to the bedroom, arms crossed as he watches the fear play itself out through Adam's hands and gestures. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw after a moment and forced himself to relax, otherwise Adam would just sit there and fidget. When his ice blue eyes opened, he just looked very torn. He inhaled like he was about to say something, and then stopped, one again running into the problem with what to say and how exactly he wanted to say it. He didn't like it when Adam was scared like /this/...he was like the bird that the Archangel had returned to health had been in Adam's palms...but Adam was in Lucifer's...

Frustrated, Adam pushes his plate away with a look of distaste, not in any kind of mood anymore to finish eating. He had eaten most of it anyway, so whatever, it was fine. His mood had gone from alright, even a little on the happy side, to bottoming out very quickly. He was in fresh pain after Lucifer had scared him, breaking the window for no good reason as far as Adam could tell, and now he was acting weird. Really, it was like he was trying to agitate Adam on purpose. Like Adam shouldn’t be allowed to catch a break and be happy for a little while. God forbid that should happen. But oh, he had forgotten, no God allowed. God had nothing to do with anything, not in this house; don’t say His name, don’t think about Him. It was only Lucifer right?

His thoughts were starting to take a bitter turn. He was angry. Not at Lucifer directly, not really, more like at his own predicament. But Lucifer was the only other one here. That meant if anyone was going to have to take the brunt of the anger, Lucifer was up. It was human nature, to lash out when angry or in pain; or when people were scared. So being a combination of the three, Adam was having a hard time keeping everything in check. And the more he thought about it, the more Lucifer really was to blame. He had brought Adam here in the first place; he had made him swim out into the current, lead Adam right into it. Right now, that was enough. It didn’t matter that Lucifer had no way of knowing that Adam couldn’t make it through the water. Save the logic for someone who gave a crap.

“What the hell was that for?” Adam snaps, motioning to the window. He didn’t like being scared, and he didn’t like looking scared. He knew he did. He wanted to hide it. It was a bad Winchester habit to hide fear, pain and/or uncertainty with anger. They just seemed to do it so well. “Seriously, just stop now. I’ve had enough. Enough with the anger, and the teenage mutant ninja angel powers, and the staring, and everything else. I’m sick of being in pain, and I’m sick of being treated like I don’t matter.” Adam wanted to rage, wanted to kick something, so do anything. But he couldn’t. He was stuck sitting here like a helpless child. That pissed him off more than anything. Even though his back was aching, his body was buzzing with the need to just /move/. Not an option. Nothing he ever wanted was an option.

There was a look...of near pure rage that crossed through Lucifer's eyes, and he started to shake for a moment. The whole of his existence was starting to focus on showing Adam what real pain was...the things Lucifer could /do/ with a human, the pain he could show Adam for a rather long time. The Devil knew very well how to take a human apart and how to turn them into something foul while he did so. And for a split second, he almost committed the sin of Lilith all over again, only this time no one would toss him in a cage for ruining one of his father's favored 'sons'. Not a soul would even care. Let him scream and beg and plead and understand exactly who and what he was dealing with as fire that didn't burn ate the air from inside his lungs when he tried to scream nothing came out.

Then, the oddest thing happened. He stopped. He'd been angry enough that there was a faint white aura hazing into being around him, like he was holding a nuclear explosion right inside him and it was leaking out around the edges...and all of a sudden it was gone. As was the faint, but shrill white noise that had been starting to fill the room. It just stopped, like someone had flipped a switch that opened a hole in the floor and sucked all of it out.

All that was left was total silence.

He stood there, looking almost dead, there was none of the usual arrogance in his eyes, nor the curious questioning...he looked, actually a lot like Nick had looked the night he'd said yes. Empty. Lucifer didn't say, or do anything more outwardly violent. He gestured toward the tray and it vanished. A glass of water appeared next to the bed and then all he said was "Call for me if you wish for my aid." Then he just vanished with a whisper of wings. He was visible shortly there after, walking along the edge of the water, back and forth. The archangel needed to think, to clear his mind to get rid of the conflict in his heart. Little did Adam know that it would take several days of thinking before Lucifer would even be able to talk to him again...let alone actually converse. Angels were creatures who could hold a grudge for most of eternity, so when they really needed to think, it took them a while to really work it out in their heads.