Elishevas eyes widened at his words and a look of confusion crossed her features. Slowly that night began to piece together as well as others. Seras had a child that was a Seraphim. Seras father was Lucifer himself. Elisheva had run into Sera over the millenniums; time and time again. The mentioning of [i]The wrath was always in your blood[/i] from Sera that evening. Even the way they were able to work together in battle. 

	It slowly clicked. She now knew who Seraphinas child had been, the former Seraphim now known as the Fallen Elisheva. This made her the granddaughter of the first Fallen, of the morning star. Lucifer smiled at her as he saw the pieces fall into place and understanding coming to her features as he caressed the back of her hand.

	It was all too much and Elisheva blacked out causing Lucifer to laugh, his laugh was sweet as honey and twice as enticing. Rising he slipped his arms beneath his grandchild and pulled her close to him as he moved to carry her from the church.

	"Hey, put her down," Sean stammered as he stood up. "You leave that Angel in the house of god!" 

	"She is Fallen, because of you, she is no longer my Fathers concern. She is mine," Lucifer said calmly as he kept walking. "I should thank you for giving her back to me, so you have your life.... for now," he added before stopping in front of the Seraphim before him at the doorway.

	"Move."