The air was thick with tension and incense as Elisheva narrowed her eyes and lowered her head slightly; a predatory look coming to her features as the light cast from the candles played tricks with the shadows on her face. Her fists balled up so tightly that her knuckles went white and small droplets of blood began to trickle from between her fingers; her nails cutting through her flesh but she didn't notice.

	The man placed his hand along the back side of the pew as he slowly stood up as she stalked closer to him. His brow furrowed slightly as a worried expression came over his expression. He had never seen her like this. Neither of them took notice of the new comer who had entered behind Elisheva, their eyes locked with the others.

	"What happened to you?" he asked concerned by her obvious change. She reached out and placed a bloodied palm on his shoulder and shoved him back down into a seated position roughly as she stepped up into the pew next to him and squatted down and her head cocked from side to side Like a bird of prey about to rip the eyes out of its catch.

	"You," she growled as her face felt as if it was on fire, her skin burning from the anger and wrath building within her as a rapid pace. 

	"Af.." he began but was cut off as she bellowed, her fave leaning forward as their noses brushed each other.

	"You don't get to call me that ever again, in fact you shouldn't even let a word slip past your lips."

	Elishevas voice was harsh and venomous as she spoke, a hand reaching back as if she was about to strike him but a strong hand seemed to come out of no where; fingers wrapping around her wrist and holding tight with unknown strength.

	"Not yet new one, not yet," a smooth voice said calmly. Elisheva spun her head around, about to strike out with her other hand when she froze in her place and slid into the pew seated. In shock as she recognized the man holding her wrist.

	"Lu...Lu.." she started to stammer. He chuckled slightly as he pulled out a silken handkerchief from his front breast pocket of his tailor suit and tended to the self inflicted wounds on her hand.

	"Lucifer, yes, that is my name Elisheva," he said in a smooth voice before kissing the back of her hand. "But you my child may call me Grandfather."