Everything was still black when he awoke. He felt strange. Almost as if his skin had turned to ice itself. What was this sensation? Why was he evening feeling this sensation? It was on the tip of his tongue as rough shudder ran through his spine. Cold. He felt cold. Why in all of creation did he feel so cold?
Then he could hear voices in the midst of the darkness. They were muffled there in the dark. Despite that, Lucifer could recognize them as females, both of them. There were only two voices, talking back and forth with muddled words. He wished he could hear them a little more clearly. Maybe then he could get some idea as to where he was and why he could feel sensations as strongly as the cold.
"Do you really have to leave right after the wedding? You're the maid of honor! You really should stay for the reception."
"Sorry Becs. You know how it is with me."
"Oh, I know. I just wish you wouldn't go off again so soon. I mean, this is where we grew up. And you left so quickly."
There was a silence that followed the words of one of the females. Lucifer supposed he could open his eyes then, but there he figured he would learn more listening on their conversation rather than butting in and causing a fright.
"I left because there was nothing here for me." The voice closest to Lucifer sounded distraught for the brief moment that her words hung in the air. Her words almost seemed to scold the other woman in the room with them. The silence following was near deafening.
"He your date?"
"What? Oh, nah. I found him out in the rain. Looked injured at first glance, but he seems pretty okay. I'll let him crash here until I need to head out of town again."
"Alright. Well, bring him to the reception anyway! You said Henry bailed on you, right? And I don't need any food being wasted!"
"Alright, alright. I'll see if the stranger wants to go. In the meantime, you need to go and get to your bachelorette party. Guest of honor can't be late, right?"
"I wish you would come, but I know the wedding is already going to be too much for you. Thank you, Rue."
The sound of something clicking softly in the distance signaled the end of the conversation. Lucifer slowly blinked open his eyes. He felt stiff. It was as if everything had been replaced with heavy stones and snapping twigs. He moved and he could feel his neck pop, the sound echoing loudly in his sensitive ears. All of this was so strange and so sudden. He honestly didn't know what to think.
"Oh, you're awake now." Lucifer looked up at towards the voice, the woman he found an interesting sight to behold. The woman stood beside the second ratted looking bed in the fairly small room. She wasn't very tall, but she was lean with a little muscle built up on her arms. Her hair was cropped short, black as the night sky with blue eyes that burst out because of the contrast. She was dressed plainly; a pair of old hole-ridden pants with a simple shirt. The only thing that stood out about the already striking woman in front of him, were the markings along the length of her arms.
Tattoos covered her arms, from wrist up underneath the sleeves of her shirt. They were all these different markings as well. Lucifer recognizes symbols for protection, prosperity, good health, spirituality and much more. Those symbols were only the right arm. On her left arm were markings of death, poison, and dark magic that humans had the nerve to dive into. They were intimidating, to say in the least.
"You, uh, might want to use the bathroom there. You look like hell," she suggested. She had gestured behind Lucifer with her hand and a nod. He glanced back, noticing the second door in the room. He nodded in response. He tried pushing himself off the bed he lay on. His legs felt like jelly as he attempted to stand.
Despite the strange fuzzy feeling now pulsing through his legs, the angel made his way into the grimy bathroom. He closed the door gently and leaned against it, suddenly out of breath. His head was swarming. He had never felt so weak before in his entire existence. What in the heavens was going on? Where was he?
I'm glad you asked, baby brother.
Brother. The Holy Lord. God. His voice boomed like a might thunder clap in his head. It made him cringe, his body rolling with ache. The sound was far too loud for his liking, just how his brother wanted it to be. Despite the pain, though, he collected his thoughts as well as his strength, and the words tripped out of his mouth in a gasp.
"What have you done?"
The words he heard in his head next were, undoubtedly, Lucifer's undoing.
Why, dear brother, I have made you mortal.