It isn't the first time she's bedded someone who could kill her. Or rather been on a bed with a man who could kill her. She stirs, her body curling beside another, accepting his warmth. Her arm wraps about him, the sun in her eyes.

For a moment, she forgets everything, believing she is in Hell, approaching the day of death. The light is Lucifer, free and descending to bless her with his love.

But all at once the dream is gone. She is beside a naked angel, one capable of smiting her and she in a vulnerable position. The past days return to her, the feelings, humanity and love. She is speechless.

"Gale?" That she can manage. Though it pains her to even say. The answer will be a disappointment and she knows it. He isn't Gale and she isn't Lily.