Epilogue
“Flap your wings!” Lucifer yelled as I plummeted to the ground.
A new government took time. The demons were figuring out who they wanted to represent them and people were campaigning.
That left me free to figure out my magic and yeah, learn to fly.
Lilith stuck around and she and Lucifer were teaching me all kinds of tricks.
Lucifer, Nero, and Kujo had been giving me all these exercises and tips, but said I wasn’t ready for the practical exam until today.
Apparently, the practical exam involved taking me to the tallest building in Hell and jumping off. Everyone needed to relax. I fully planned on the flying part in a minute. I was enjoying the fall right now.
I’d always wanted to bungee jump and parachute out of planes, but I had a very big imagination and loved movies with a lot of gore.
I didn’t because I was picturing all the ways I’d go splat.
There were also some scenarios where random cows broke my fall that involved a lot of pain and me filing bankruptcy because of the medical bills. And an innocent cow died.
“Don’t make me come down there and get you!” Kujo yelled.
“Stop nagging me, mom!” I yelled, flaring my wings out.
The wind caught my wings, and I started coasting. I really wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to rush it. I listened to every single bit of advice they gave me and did all the wing exercises, even if I looked ridiculous.
It paid off. It took me a minute to adjust, and I probably looked like a giant chicken if one suddenly discovered they could fly.
I briefly panicked because there was no ground beneath my feet.
The ground was several hundred feet away.
If I fell, it wouldn’t kill me and I had super healing, but it was going to hurt like a bitch.
I was surround by two demons and my dad in seconds.
“I’ll catch you if I need to, but you can do this, Sydney,” Lucifer said.
That did it. They would all catch me. Celix was on the ground cheering me on and that demon would have let me flatten him like the cow trying to catch me. All these men had different motivations for protecting me, but they’d never let me be hurt.
“Good girl,” Nero purred when I stopped freaking out and started focusing on flying.
“Take a few victory laps and then try to land,” Lucifer said.
“The exercises helped, but you’re going to want to take short flights until you can handle longer.
Your first landing is going to be awkward and you’ll probably end up on your ass.
Just know we all did it. Angels weren’t created with muscle memory built in.
Picture giant Satan face planting the first time he tried and know none of us will laugh at you. ”
Joke was on him. I was definitely going to laugh at myself. You had to be able to do that to stay humble. I’d never embarrass someone else, but I was perfectly okay with embarrassing myself.
I flew with my father and my men. I could see Celix watching us from the ground. It was amazing and freeing, but it was also very tiring. They’d catch me, but I didn’t want them to have to. I remembered everything they taught me about landing and made my way towards the ground.
They all said to take the landing walking and put my wings away as soon as my feet hit the ground. I did exactly what they told me and the only reason I didn’t end up with my face in the dirt was Celix. I ended up on top of him instead. Lucifer, Nero, and Kujo all had perfect landings.
“Showoffs,” I muttered.
“Look on the bright side,” Nero said. “Most people don’t end up on top of a beautiful Felid demon that first time and usually have to wash dirt out of their mouth.”
“Thanks. Did I hurt you?” I asked Celix.
“You would have if I had to catch you from the sky, but this was just like sparring.”
“Climb off the sexy demon, spawn,” Lucifer said. “That was a brilliant first go, but what happened at the start?”
I explained about the bungee jumping and the cows and they all just got it. They just told me I should have told them I was going to do that from the start so they didn’t panic.
And that was when I realized it. The only person I ever fit with when I thought I was human was Mom, and that was because she wasn’t totally human.
I fit here. I was even getting along better with the people who thought I was too much at first. Mammon was helping with my magic lessons to try to get over his fear of me and I could see why my father called him a friend.
This was home.