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

Lucifer /"Samael/" Morningstar Point of View

There is no true devil. I'm no true evil. I never woke up wanting to be evil. I never woke up wanting to be the 'devil'. It's not a choice that these filthy humans get to blame me for their troubling actions and pasts or present. I never wanted anything to end up the way that it is but somehow I was the scapegoat for this. I was good, I remember that. I was good, with him around me. He made me good. Samael, the angel. He was good, now he's just the fallen angel. Yet, he never saw me as that guy, he loved me for me.

Whenever Michael is near me, I feel good. I may not vomit the greatest acts but I feel good. Just like anyone has the right to feel good, I do. There must be an angel who's right for me. That angel is Michael. He was for me as I was for him.

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