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   She felt it in the very atoms around her; even inside of her very bones. Most minor creatures may not sense it, but she had never been minor. Her head tilted as she turned a page in her book, standing at her work desk, acting as if this realisation didn’t bother her. It was a façade; meant for nobody but herself. There was a minor tremble to her fingers as she turned yet another page of her book — pages made from human skin, and words written in the Infernal language of the damned. The light above her head went out, and back on. She need not turn around. She knew exactly who was standing a few meters behind her. She had not felt his presence in some time. But she would never forget. How could she?

   Yet she simply turned another page; for now she was not just pretending for herself, but for another. Her appearance was aloof, uncaring. Head tilted slightly to the right as she read a couple words jotted down on the page in her own handwriting. The room was dreadfully silent. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

   He would notice that her heart-rate had picked up; that her fingers were trembling. He would know she was afraid — she never wanted to die. Not today, not tomorrow, not yesterday. Never. But Lucifer knew Michael would be the only one that could, if anyone could. She hadn’t seen him since her fall. She didn’t want to see him now.

      “Has it started then?” her voice was quiet, nonchalant. It was as if she was asking about the weather, and not the end of the world.