The creature made a horrid sound while it twisted and attacked with the rest of its body spikes.

Lucifer's hold tightened as he pulled me with him back, and forth; left to right and hovered up and down at tremendous speed.

He exclaimed,

"Don't loosen your grip on me, ok?!"

As he said that, I felt his grip on me loosened and mine digging unto his fabric, as strong as I could.

He spread his wings and hovered just until we were over the creature's head. As soon as his arms encircled me, his wings encircled us both in a protective sphere. The feathers on his wings started to sprout from their natural alignment and thus acquiring the formation of a Morning Star.

He pulled me further into his embrace and whispered,

"Close your eyes..."

Didn't think it twice, I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes hard. The only free senses I had to witness such morbidity were my sense of hear and my sense of smell.

As soon as we impact the creature, a gushing disgusting sound followed. There was a putrid smell of burnt rotted flesh. Thanks to Lucifer pressing me against his body and my nostrils having a whiff at the demon's indistinct pleasant smell, the stench was more tolerable.

Even after the whole ordeal, I couldn't help wanting to snuggle up a little to convince myself he really was here.

I knew he had already noticed about my actions, but he let me have my way for some time until he started shifting a little; hinting we should get up.

Once at our feet, I could see better what a horrid disaster my studio had ended up. Either be it blood or any other substance, the studio was covered in all of it.

Just as I perceived earlier, the substance smelled funny.

Lucifer tidied up his suit and surprisingly his wings were back to their usual form and clean. One would imagine, that since he practically plummeted the thing with his wings, he would be covered in its flesh and blood, but he wasn't.

The curiosity was eating me up so, I asked,

"How did you...? I didn't know that you... Why aren't you covered in... In ... THAT?"

After some straightening and glancing over the dead creature and the messed-up studio, he was about to speak but was interrupted by screeching sounds at the distance.

Sternly he said,

"We need to go... Now!"

He grabbed me by my waist and chanting in an ancient tongue,

"Air falbh thèid mi agus a-mach à sealladh,

Bidh mi air falbh gus am bi mi a 'faicinn gu bheil an ùine ceart..."

A purple glowing magic circle appeared on the floor accompanied by the thumping and crashing sounds near the building. Creature noises sounded nearer to the hole on my studio.

"...Tron doras seo tha na chì mi,

Is e seo mo thoil, mar sin mote e."

I found myself holding tighter to Lucifer as the circle's light became brighter by the moment and the creatures grew nearer.

"...Thèid ùine seachad mar a tha,

Bidh beatha a 'dol air adhart dìreach mar seo,..."

As soon as the creatures wriggled themselves in the space, me and Lucifer disappeared.

The creatures screeched and wiggled their bodies. A voice from behind them gave forth to a young white-haired man, covered in grey and black robes. He ordered them to stop.

"Mira!"

Ignoring the dead one on the side and the stench that was now stronger than before, he leaned in to see the ash markings on the floor in the center of the room.

He sighed with a dark anger poisoning his words.

"The hard way it is..."

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TRANSLATION OF DIALECT AND FUN FACTS

Lucifer's Transportation spell

Away I go and out of sight,

I will be gone until I deem the time is right,

Forgotten from memories until I am back,

While I'm gone in a new world as my presence lacks,

Time will pass just as is,

Lives will go on just like this,

Through this door is what I see,

This is my will, so mote it be.

· The dialect which Lucifer uses for casting the spell is one of my most favorite and which I sing some songs in, Celtic Gaelic.

Solomon's "Mira!" is a stop order.

Is from Shona dialect, Bantu language from a group of individuals in Zimbabwe, Africa.