Archangel Michael. 
Lucifer Morningstar. 
Two names that wouldn't even come to comparison or likes of each other but somehow are connected more than they thought. 
An Archangel with limitless powers, earned white wings, and 4 younger brothers who will stop at nothing for his protection and safety; Michael doesn't know how much power, compassion, and ability he harnesses but one fallen angel will answer all of his leading questions. 
Samael. Lucifer Morningstar. Satan. The Devil. Lucy. He doesn't give a fuck about what you call him, just as long as you respect him. He has one mission and one mission only, to get what belongs to him. A special little Angel, an Archangel to be exact. The eldest of God's sons. The most innocent Archangel. Michael.

My Fallen Angel

<p>Everything felt so hot. My body felt so heavy, breathing was becoming a problem each time I took in a breath and tried to release it. Blinking and adjusting to the light slowly, I couldn't tell where I was. Feeling around, there was a heavy collar on my neck, dragging me down a bit as well as the chains on my hands. Getting up from this dirty and heated floor, the room was small and had no accent features to allow me to know where I am.</p>

<p>/"Oh, my days./" Peaking outside of the door, I could see the angle of black wings on the backside of demons and many of them too. Not even only one or two, there were probably like ten or fifteen of them. How did I get to hell? What happened after the fight? Are my brothers here?</p>

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