Creatures of THE Night
Claire Wilkinscreatures of the nightour souls at nightcreatures of the unknownsouls at night
"On one bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other."
I let the words hang in the air between us, as Lucifer mulled over the little limerick.
"A prophecy for our Falling," Lucifer finally concluded.
"See, that's what I thought!" I hunched over the tiny table, arm knocking the tea cup askance. It didn't even spill—the cup, liquid, its entirety—just faded to dust on the wind. I sighed and from the dust, a flock of birds flew beyond the limits of our powers. "When the book showed me the lines, I thought it had to be about the Fall. God was having a little jest. But there's more to it. Come, let