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Lucifer took a deep breath, read the offending section of the new RAD Exchange Student Handbook again and then sighed.
Diavolo still refused to remove the section warning the new human students not to be too nosy about touchy subjects like the Fall and the Celestial War.
He found it infuriating. It touched his Pride that the Handbook would even reference the events. Worse still, ten years of exchange students and they still weren't any closer to resolving Barbatos' prophecy and bringing Saskia home.
Trying to ease his irritation, Lucifer waved his hand, locking his study door, then proceeded to open the carved wooden box on the desk.
This box stored his most important memories. Under layers of photographs, pencil sketches, notes and letters he found what he sought.
Pulling out the soft, rosy golden feather he removed one leather glove then gently played his fingers over the vane of the feather, carefully combing the barbs into place.
Then he simply sat for a while, holding the golden plume, losing himself completely in memory.
Soon, he thought. She has to come home soon.