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>/"Here, let me./" Samael pressed against Michael's sprained hip bone to release the pain and any uncomfortable tension around the area that has been bruised due to Michael's younger brother's actions last night.</p>

<p>Michael flushed at the burning sensation from where Samael's hand was on his hips. He enjoyed feeling this sense of freedom, an underlying pleasant consciousness. Finally, uncovering secrets, seeing everything for himself, and now understanding the pain that Samael once felt, all on his own. Instead of letting a wave of sadness fall onto him, Michael did quite the opposite instead. Grabbing onto Samael's much larger hand, Michael cupped his face with it, suddenly surprising Samael with the curt action.</p>

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