Moving away from the bed where Lucia was sleeping, Luther couldn't help but let out a long...long sigh of relief.
Phalaliah paused when he heard Luther's lengthy exhale. "Master, um, I'm almost done," he reported with the hope that the good news might lift the god's mood.
Turning his head listlessly, Luther slowly trudged over to where Phalaliah was working. "Oh?" Very gradually, a realization came over him. "If that's the case, I have more for you to add."
"...What?" Phalaliah froze in horror at this statement. "M, more?!" His red-brown eyes behind his glasses grew larger as he stared up at his master with a pleading expression.
Considering his pretty, auburn curls were framing his face and made Phalaliah look quite adorable in combination with his puppy-dog eyes, it was a picture-perfect example of begging for one's life.
Still...Luther didn't fall for it.
Seeing as how in the god's eyes Lucia was the epitome of 'heart-stoppingly cuuute!'; his heart rate didn't even pick up by a single beat staring down at his lackey's plea for mercy.
"Yeah," Luther nodded, while the kicked puppy let out a whimper of defeat. "Get some pure, old-fashioned Amish data and slap it in there as well."
Raising a brow in confusion, Phalaliah slowly returned his attention to his laptop, biting his lip to hold back his grumblings of protest. When he felt as if opening his mouth wouldn't result in him screaming treason at his lord and master, the angel asked a question in a subdued tone. "So, why the Amish?"
Rubbing his chin with a large, dark hand, Luther smiled slowly. "I figured we'll need an excuse as to why she's so old-fashioned and doesn't know much about technology or modern customs. Other than saying she was raised in some sort of cult or locked up for all her life by some crazy fucker, I figure the Amish was our next best route."
Nodding his head slowly in agreement, Phalaliah resigned himself to having more work thrown in his lap.
'Sigh...I'm totally requesting a week off after this whole fiasco blows over!'
Ambling away, Luther sat down at the head of the large circular table so that he was directly facing the TV hanging over the door towards the utility section of the private jet they were on.
Once he was sitting down, Luther crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. Thirty seconds passed while he expanded his godly senses and waited...now!
The microsecond the jet had crossed the boundary of the Tunnel Between Worlds and completed the Crossing into Earth 669, Luther shifted over his personality and appearance of 'Luther' to his true self.
Sensing the shift from the other side of the cabin room, Phalaliah flinched and scrunched up in a tight ball in the chair. Terror washed over him for three seconds before he managed to get his mind and body under control once again.
'Our dear departed Lord Elohim, why did you have to leave such a horror in charge?! If Young Master Jesus hadn't been slain...! I fear that only eternal damnation awaits humanity for their fuck-ups!'
Now, Phalaliah could merely pray that whichever of Lucifer and Lucia's children (in whichever cycles they managed to procreate in before Lucifer's passing) would inherit some of their grandfather's sense of mercy.
In the chair at the head of the table, Lucifer had finished his 'switch' to his original self.
'Luther' was a physical form and personality he had crafted as a way of passing for a 'normal' human.
Technically he should have changed his gold eyes to the normal African American black, but he'd decided to give Lucia some sort of indication from the start that he wasn't quite human. Lucifer's hope had been that this small sign might make it a little easier for her to accept his godhood once he'd revealed it.
In reality, Lucifer wasn't sure if the gold eyes had worked as he'd hoped, but he had to admit he liked them.
Or, more accurately, he was about 78% certain Lucia liked them.
With his arms still crossed over his chest, his body began to shift and change.
Lucifer's skin was still as black as the abyss, but his hair lost all of its color until it became as pristine as ivory.
Threads of metallic gold weaved itself into his hair, creating an effect like trillions of thin braids mixing and mingling white and gold. When he shifted his head, dull tinkling sounds could be heard as at the ends of each thin braid was a miniscule silver bell half the size of a ladybug.
An inch behind his sharply pointed ears were large golden horns that would put any ram to shame. The horns curved back on themselves to curl around his ears.
Starting from the high end of his temples, magnificent antlers grew out and formed a crown-like structure out of bleached white bone, covering all of his forehead and sticking out five inches above his slicked-back hair. Despite their fragile appearance, the tips of each spike of the crown were easily strong enough to break through the skin, muscles, nerves, and bones of anyone that might be tempted to test their mettle.
His body became broader and taller, stopping only after he'd reached seven' two" in height and nearly three feet wide in the shoulders and upper chest.
To be perfectly honest, with Lucia's average but slim build, she'd be completely enveloped and crushed if Lucifer even attempted to hold her in his arms.
Hence why he'd decided it was imperative to adopt his 'human' form not only to scare her less but to also be able to hug his woman with as few issues as possible.
After he was done transforming into his real self, Lucifer let out a low sigh. Straightening his spine, he opened his eyes, which were now showing heterochromia.
The left was the vibrant shade of freshly-spilled blood, with a black slitted pupil that glared out at the world around Lucifer, emitting a nasty aura of violence and danger with it's gaze.
In fact, if a mortal (whether human or animal) were to look into this bloody eye, they would lose any sense or awareness of the world they had. Instead, the creature would be reduced to nothing more than a vessel for insane violence, bent on killing and rending as many as it could before it was forcibly stopped by having it's own body torn asunder.
The right eye, in contrast, was a blue that resembled a perfectly calm lake, while the round golden pupil was like the warm afternoon sun shining above said lake.
This gaze made one feel serene and relaxed, as if all their troubles had disappeared. One could lose themselves inside this azure orb as well, but the slide into insanity was always much...gentler.
Warmth and tender care radiated from the blue eye, which made one feel safe and protected. It gradually stripped away a creature's natural instinct to be cautious or sustain the ability to resist another.
To put it bluntly, it robbed others of their survival instincts and the ability to resist Lucifer. Without a will of their own, the creature might eternally feel happy and safe, but the empty shell would become a puppet for Lucifer to use as he wished