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

The power of Lucifer and the strength of Michael allowed him to tap into his covered past. Revealing the truth. Finally, from his perspective, Michael was able to see everything unclear to him, why Lucifer ensued him, and his father's response to Michael's power and abilities.

Michael began to stir in his sleep, eyelids fluttering open and adjusting to the minimal amount of light coming into the room. His body ached, his hand immediately targeted his lower abdomen, wincing in pain, and rolled over to the opposite side, away from the bruise.

/"Oh, my father./" He cursed out once more when he slightly pressed much harder on the open-ended bruise. Lucifer, hearing Michael in pain, rushes from out of the restroom and into his bedroom. Quickly acting, The Prince of Darkness scrunches the bruised part of Michael's abdomen into his hand.

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