The threads of fate possess an unkind weave. An unspoken promise in the taking of a hand is designed to shatter. And such a promise was echoed in a soft whispering voice. But fate ignored it, as it would any design but its own. No protest—whispered or shouted, would sway it.

“And I will not disappoint you.” Lucifer spoke the smile he’d previously adorned now receded to comfortable neutrality with a hint of delight lingering on his countenance. There was [i]something[/i] about this one. This little Gabriel. “The first thing I will show you is of essential importance.” Lucifer said this as he let go of her hand, gentle easing it into a resting place before taking a single step back. Then from their resting place his wings stretched out. What had previously appeared nearly invisible now stretched out into clear visibility. His wings were longer than he was tall and covered in delicate white feathers. His eyes then flickered from her face to her wings only to return to her face. “I will show you of your ability in flight. It is your privilege to dance in the skies.”

Once, then twice his wings moved with great force and he rose up but a small distance before returning to his place on the ground. “It should be as natural as walking, more so even, once you have grown used to it.” A few more movements of his wings and he was flying above her head. “Will you follow me?” he asked. Lucifer had no plans to fly too far as Gabriel might not be able to keep pace. However, a little challenge would hurt her. If anything it would be interesting to gauge her reaction. There was also the desire to see if she would be a natural flier or not. If he had to take the time to guide her in her flight it would delay acquainting her with Heaven in its entirety.