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The statue was woefully inaccurate. He had purchased the figurine from an occult shop. But at least it wasn't the goat headed horned figure so often associated with the devil. This sculpture was humanoid, beautiful by mortal standards, leaning over in anguish, clutching a crown and chained to a rock. One wing was angled, broken. It was the most accurate depiction Nick had found, although nothing and no one could truly capture Lucifer. The unfortunate tiny horns in its hair were symbolic, Nick decided, put there unjustly by Heaven. If he'd had any artistic abilities he would have crafted a sculpture himself. But the $32 marble figurine would have to do.
Pillar candles flickered from the dresser top on either side of the statue.They were red, like the demon blood in the small vial placed before the 6" Le Génie du Mal.
Nick knelt, jeans against the carpet, as he had every night for the past five years since his coma, and prayed.
"Lucifer," he began, "I don't know if you can hear me. But...I miss you.” He sighed deeply, “I say that I do the things I do because I couldn't find the person who killed Sarah and Teddy but…the truth is I like doing these things. And I don't wanna stop.” The tears came, unbidden but anonymous in his lonely, empty living room, “I’m bonded to you and what you are. I think that's how you first found me. And there's been this…this emptiness inside me since you left. I don't know who I am if I'm not you. The power. The lack of consequences and sorrow. I don't want to feel now what I didn't feel back then.” He wiped his nose and took a deep breath, “I've been working on myself. With a witch. I-I think she was lying to me at first. She didn't believe I was your vessel. But, I proved myself. I persuaded her. I’ve been running errands for her and she gave me this.” He fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out the potion bottle, “it's stronger than demon blood. It's gonna make me strong enough to hold you.” He read the words on the label, “Vas Perfice! Recreate! Confirma! Indurare!”
He took the potion in one gulp. It burned his throat and tasted like bile. He felt it scorching his very core. For a moment, he feared his boiling stomach would reject it. Then his vision whited out as pain and ecstasy spread through his body. Nick screamed. His back arched violently and he threw his head back… And then it was over.
No Lucifer.
In the corner of his eye he saw lights flashing in the window. A meteor shower. How fitting for his prayer.
The temperature dropped in the room. Frost coated the windows.
Yes. Oh God, yes!
Nick turned around, his breath condensing, and saw the black figure. Holes of refracting light permeated its form. It stepped towards him slowly, fighting against the void trying to pull it back. The inky grace rapidly whirred, sucking, and spinning because it could hardly bear this mortal plane without someone to tether it. A pair of enormous wings snapped out, feathers vibrating against the pull. Glowing red eyes met his. Familiar.
“Lucifer! Take me! Make me you again!”
The room filled with blazing light.
