"Do not be afraid child." Lucifers voice was calm as he spoke. A quick step and he was behind the wrathful one as she looked at herself for the first time in the mirror since the change. She knew her reflection well and though while she recognized herself, the changes were beyond contestation. Eyes once full of life and laughter seemed ablaze with hate. Soft features were angular and chiseled now. 

	Slowly her wings came into view and she audibly gasped looking at them, a hand cupping over her lips in shock as her eyes widened. She had never seen such wings and felt angry that her once golden tipped wings of purity where now sooted and bloodied with talons.

	"Such maddening splendor is it not? Your wings now hold such a tale, spun by your own decent. I will admit that your Seraphim wings were grand but they were nothing but a mirror of once I once held, a hand me down if you will. These, these you created and I have to say that you add them very impressive." Lucifer smiled a charismatic grin as he turned her around to face him.

	Elisheva looked at him, her hand slowly falling as the wings hid once again and shook her head. She didn't want these wings, all they did was remind her of everything she wanted to forget. Lowering her head she closed her eyes, she didn't want this but what was there left to do? She had fallen.

	"Remember what he did, he drove you out of his heart and yet still wanted you close. He wanted you on his terms, not caring what pain he put you through as long as you were near. How cruel."

	Elisheva listened to her grandfather's words, rage building within her as she remembered what had driven her to this point. As her head lifted her eyes were flaming. Pushing around the first fallen she stormed out the door and into the streets as the wrath overtook her.

	"That's my girl."