She ran her fingers through her black hair, newly streaked with gold, unused to the absence of horns. Lilith tried to flick her tail in exasperation, then remembered, and gave her downy wings an experimental flex.
The changes were numerous, and not just physical, but Lilith hadn’t any regrets. Heaven was exquisite, truly paradise, and she could think clearly, unhampered by lust for chaos. There wasn’t much she missed, which made her ache. She hadn’t made a good decision listening to Lucifer. Joining, then leading, the Revolution was the greatest decision of her life.
She could watch the sunrise now.