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>Aches and sharp pain were all Michael felt as he roamed around on a large and soft surface. Stretching his arms out, he felt something rough, his fingers gripped at it. /"Is that something you'd like so early in the morning?/" Shooting his head up, Michael took quick attendance to find where that voice came from. His hand, still on that harden spot, Samael spoke up again, /"I wouldn't do that if I were you./" Immediately recognizing where his hand-laid, Michael attempted to retract it, all to Samael's dismay.</p>

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