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

Parading the aisles of Hell was a normal everyday thing for Lucifer, yet with his angel by his side, he was much more complete. Under different circumstances, it would've been more appropriate to have Michael down here with him, but the needy little devil just couldn't wait.

/"Remove this degrading collar. That's all I ask of you./" Michael begged the older and more 'powerful' fallen angel. Tugging harder on the chains around the collar, Michael dropped to his knees in front of Lucifer.

/"Once I remove it, you'll leave me. It's the only thing that keeps you at bay, Angel./" Lucifer treated Michael as a mere pet. Something to have by his side when he wants. To play with, to tease, and to trick.

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