Lucifer stared down at the girl, his fingers clenching and unclenching themselves. No one said that searching for a soul would be painless. It was one of the most enduringly painful things that an angel could do to a human being, reach inside of them and drag their soul about like a rag doll. But it allowed him to see with so much more clarity how severe this situation could become.

So he leaned back down to her, pressed that one hand against her cheek again and stared directly into her eyes. "Everything will be better now." The Devil whispered, nodding a very tiny bit and raising his lips up to press a kiss to her brow, with it extracting all memories of him from her fragile psyche, pulling them out and destroying them one by one until there was nothing left but what was happening now. And so very carefully, so very lovingly and painstakingly, he built up whatever had deteriorated on the inside of her, so very careful to restore it to its proper form. And who said that he wasn't a real angel? Look at him, working miracles and treating her like she was his creation.

He stared down at the girl, the faintest of smiles curling across his face now as he whispered. "Sleep." There was a shuffle of wings and Lucifer was gone.