Lucifer's Angel

            "Meena!" I wake to the familiar sound of my father's voice echoing through the underground cave system that is my home. "Coming!" I say back, talking as if he were next to me and listening to the minute sounds reverberating off the walls, growing louder each second, then reaching him at the far end of the caves. I smile when I remember what the date is. My Creation-day, similar to a human's birthday, is a special time for every angel and archangel because every creation-day they discover a new ability. This will be my 17th creation-day, so I will learn what my role in the world will be today and unlock my arsenal of magic abilities. I skip out of my personal cave, excitement clear on my face, wearing my favorite ensemble of clothing. I am dressed in a tunic underneath a silver breastplate, with a white skirt over a pair of leggings. My fiery red hair is flying free in the almost nonexistent breeze, my pale skin glows in the bioluminescent light ebbing from the plants covering the walls, and my vivid moss-green colored eyes sparkle as I fly to my father, Lucifer.