His grip loosens giving the impression that Lucifer's fingers are threading gently through Andrew's hair even as the gleaming feathers of his sheltering wings brush against his back, his arms.

"Fear not," he says again. "You are here, and I am with you."

A beat.

"I will not lie to you, Andrew Wells. This is not like before, with the creature that took the form of your friend Warren. Doubt it not: this is your second chance."