“Are you well, Presia?” Eidolon asked quietly.
“Well enough, Falcon.” Presia sighed and turned to face him. She wished she could feign surprise over the guest at his side, but the woman’s likeness to Lucifer was unmistakable. “What has Lucifer called this one?”
“Lilith.” The demoness grinned. “I’m told you once refused him.”
“Mutual disinterest.” Presia shrugged. “Enjoy his favor, Lilith. I want no part of it.”
“Is there anything you need?” Eidolon ignored the petty feminine tension and continued his task. “Lucifer regrets not coming on his own and gives his assurance you are not forgotten.”
“Lucifer regrets nothing.” Presia smiled. “But thank you. If you can spare her, I would like company.”
“Only if you tolerate my own.” Eidolon agreed reluctantly and set a table for the two of them before he took a place at the door to wait quietly aside.
“Favored and protected, I see.” Presia sat and gestured across the table for Lilith to join her. “I don’t often entertain guests. Join me.”
“I’m surprised my Lord Lucifer bothers to keep you alive.” Lilith sat and poured herself a cup of tea. “He is usually quick to rid himself of the useless.”
“He found my talents useful enough.” Presia laughed softly. “Some of us remain useful when clothed.”
“Some of us know our place.” Lilith glared at her.
“I am well aware of my place, Lilith.” Presia smiled. “I am his creation. Not his whore.”
“You aren’t even worthy to be that.” Lilith upended the table as she jumped to her feet enraged. Ribbons of chaos lashed around her limbs that tore through her seat and sent it to splinters on the floor. “Let’s test your worth, Esper.”
“Enough, Lilith.” Eidolon scolded her. “I have trained you better than this.”
“Lucifer has given you his temper.” Presia righted and repaired the furniture as Lilith calmed herself. “A habit of his it seems. In time, you’ll learn to control it.”
“Don’t antagonize her further, Presia.” Eidolon shifted in front of her and looked down with aggravated intent. “I do not need to touch you to hurt you.”
“There is no need for threats, Falcon.” Presia grinned. “I meant it as hopeful advice. I have no grudge against Lucifer’s favorites. I just know the cloud rage spreads in the mind well enough to wish others the strength to abolish it.”
With well wishes toward Lucifer’s beloved Presia fell on her knees assaulted by another vision.
“What is wrong with her?” Lilith approached and Eidolon caught her by her arm.
“Don’t touch her.” Eidolon sighed. “We’re leaving.”
An image of Lilith, her face wet with tears. Fading into darkness and starlight leaving the image of another. A young man that chilled Presia to her core even before he turned to reveal a smile wet with blood. She followed the droplet of crimson from his slender fingers into a river of blood and followed with her eyes until she could feel the heat of the swell around her feet.
She stooped to touch the deep red and became the center of a shockwave that shifted her into the center of vision she had seen so often before. Only now she WAS the fire on the sands, looking up at stars now the color of freshly spilled blood.
When the waves came and walls of ice surrounded the beast Presia reached up with clawed hands through snowflakes toward the bright eyes above her. For the first time the slender figure crouched at the edge of the cliff and reached down through the bitter winds toward the flames.
“So, Lucifer’s new toy will be the prism.” Presia lifted herself off of the floor. “And my destined starlight is drenched in ice and blood.”
There would be plenty of time to interpret further and to become a master of patience. For now, Presia crawled onto her sheets and thought of the bright eyes she had seen so often and tried to imagine the face that could contain oceans so beautiful.
Now those beautiful eyes were closed in what seemed like endless sleep and Presia wished for some of that patience from so long ago.