The handsome boy Lucifer's bare chest drew the attention of several girls.
Morgan struggled free of the pile of "monsters," wrenched a mummy's head off, and kicked away something that looked like it was made of modeling clay. Then she giggled as she ran up to Lucifer and looked him over. "Huh, why are you even paler than the Swan Girls? Are you one of those legendary sissies?"
Being called a "sissy" was a serious accusation at Battle Axe School. Lucifer glared and flexed his arms, trying to make his matchstick-thin limbs bulge. "Go look through Big Nick's photo albums. When he was my age, he was even worse.
"I'm just a late bloomer, and I don't like being out in the sun, but I'm definitely not a sissy."
Then Lucifer gave Morgan, who was twelve and still under four foot seven, a disdainful look. "You little shrimp, calling me soft? Ow..."
Neil steadied Lucifer, who was clutching his shin and groaning in pain after she kicked him. Frowning, Neil noticed one corner of the six-pointed star on Lucifer's back light up...
In the faint red glow, it was as if a Fallen Angel with black wings had opened its eyes.
As the Fallen Angel opened its eyes, Lucifer's eyes suddenly turned bloodred. He clutched his head and sank to the ground.
Morgan looked at Lucifer with concern and crouched in front of him, her expression caught between irritation and worry. "What's wrong? I barely kicked you..."
Lucifer held his head in pain and said helplessly, "It's not your fault..."
Professor Wilson noticed something was wrong. He walked over, took one look, and called Loki. "Lucifer's starting to awaken..."
After hanging up, Professor Wilson helped the suffering Lucifer lie flat on the ground. With some sympathy, he said, "Don't worry.