Thirty Two

A week had passed. The shock of the assault from Lucifer was starting to wear off. Michael immediately flew us back to the cave and dropped me off after he rescued me. At least here in the cave is warded from any and all prying eyes. Damn me for whining about needing a proper bed to sleep in. That’s the only way Lucifer would have found me. Since then Michael had been scouting the area for any signs of him. I didn't know how I felt with being bonded to Lucifer. I had to keep my mind guarded and shut off from his prying eyes. How could he be my general of my fallen it didn't make sense. The more I thought about it, the more I could feel my soul at war with demon in me. My angelic nature was pushing back. This felt all wrong I couldn't stay here. I needed to be out there doing something useful. I needed to fight something, my bonding with Lucifer allowed me access to all his powers, but that made me feel dirty. I laugh to myself, he planned all this killing him now would mean I would