“How… how are you going to give me a corporeal body? What will it look like?” she asks.

“I need your soul to collect the blood in the basin, and I’ll be able to create your body. I read the soul to see what body would best suit you.”

“And Blair?” she asks.

“As long as you leave Blair’s body gently, she should be fine. She was born, not created in this way, so you need to be careful.”

“I really never wanted to hurt her.” She sniffles.

“I know, darling. Please let me make things right.”

“Okay,” Mara replies. We both watch the most gentle de-possession we’ve ever watched taking place. Mara slips out of Blair’s body like a slow tendril of cigarette smoke. I’m behind her in a flash as I hold her limp body once Mara completely ejects herself.

Blair is breathing, and I keep my fingers on her pulse. Lucifer looks at me, and I nod while he handles Mara’s transformation. While I’ve had my own transformation, it’s another thing to watch it.

The blood levitates, each blood cell acting as a puzzle piece as it floats in the air and circles Mara’s soul. It starts as a clump of blood, but it slowly shifts into a human female. Lucifer’s eyes are closed as he concentrates on creating her form. She takes her shape, taller and leaner than Blair. Her hair forms, the same color as her father and sister, but longer and straight. Her naked form is on display as she collapses to the floor in her new body. Lucifer quickly grabs a throw blanket and wraps it around her as she shivers. She holds her hand out in front of her face and inspects her new hands.

“I’m a person again,” she says, a beaming smile on her face.

“As it should have been. I can’t apologize enough, darling. I promise to spend all my energy in making things right with you and your sister.”

She nods her head. “I think I owe Blair an apology,” she says, and I scoff.

Blair’s body shifts in my grip, her eyes blinking quickly as her hand grazes my jaw, her eyes purple as she looks up at me. “Dax?”

“I’m here, babe. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m going to fucking kill her,” she says. She attempts to get up, but I hold her against me.

“Well, I think parricide needs to be the line. Let’s not add sororicide.”

“Yes, I think not,” Lucifer says to Blair, and she glares at him. I’ve never seen anyone give him a look like this. Not to mention the slight shiver I see in Lucifer as he watches her.

“Dax and I need a moment. Should we portal home, or is there somewhere for us to lie down here?”