Lucifer Walker
Lucifer stepped into her apartment, scanning every corner of it. Exactly one entrance; a reasonably open space in the front room, although not enough to draw Thaumiel if it came to it. He'd have to make do - who knew how long it'd take for someone else to attack them? He wasn't particularly afraid of stray demons, or even rogue Fallen Angels with a grudge. But a coordinated assault by Heaven…
He pulled out his phone, texting Jarryd. He needed to get in contact with his trusted friend as soon as possible - there were few angels who he trusted to have his back in a fight, but Jarryd had proved himself more than capable. The two had fought side-by-side on more occasions than he could count.
Change of plans. Bring her to the apartment on 2 Morecroft Way. Second floor. DO NOT LET HER DIE. Will explain further when you arrive.
He turned around as Elaine and the boy rushed in, nodding to them both, along with Noelle. "Alright. Elaine, with me. Noelle, take up a position behind the counter. You - the other one - take this," he said, materialising a short scimitar and tossing it to the human male. "I'll explain further when those we need arrive. For now, your need-to-know information is that none of us in here can afford to die, and that you will see things; if not today, then in days to come. Things like what you saw in the store. Dangerous things, abominations that will try and kill you."
He considered summoning a unit of Hellguard demons, but decided against it - a demon summoning would be sure to attract the attention of angels. Until they knew more about the situation, he couldn't afford being forced into an all-out battle with the Army of Heaven.
He came to realise that, for the first time in a very long time, he felt fear. He never felt fear on the battlefield - he was untouchable, after all. He could - and had - slain even Archangels in open combat. It had always been a matter of 'when' with regards to the success of his mission, not 'if'. That's what he told himself.
But now, things were different. This human… if she died, he died. No question of it - those were the rules of the contract. Unless she died of natural causes, of course, but with this, that felt unlikely. He knew that Heaven would do all they could to kill her.
That wasn't it, though. Not all of it.
He was afraid of failing to protect someone again.