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Lucifer paced back and forth, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a nervous energy. The grand hall of Heaven was filled with angels eagerly waiting for his first official speech. The walls, adorned with celestial murals and golden arches, seemed to watch him with anticipation. His wings fluttered restlessly, catching the ethereal light that filled the room. They were too big for his small frame and it was silly to watch him trip over them. All of the elite thought it’d be hilarious to see him stumble instead of telling he can retract to a smaller size.

Michael watched from a distance, his heart aching at the sight of Lucifer's anxiety. Taking a deep breath, he approached with a more serious expression than usual. “Lucifer,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative, “you need to calm down. This is important.”

Lucifer turned, his usually radiant face now shadowed with worry. “Michael, what if I mess this up? What if they don’t take me seriously?”

Michael’s stern facade softened slightly. “Lucifer, you’re one of the most capable angels here. They will listen to you. Just stay focused.”

Lucifer gave a half-hearted smile, running a hand through his golden hair. “Easy for you to say. You’re a natural at this.”

Michael took another step closer, placing a reassuring hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “God made you in his image, Lucifer. Everything you do is perfect.”

Lucifer’s anxiety seemed to ease a bit, but he couldn’t resist a teasing remark. “Michael, you’re trying to be all serious, but I know you. You got a heart of gold nobody knows about?”

Michael’s stern expression cracked, and he chuckled despite himself. “A heart of gold doesn’t exist, Lucifer.”

Lucifer laughed, a sound that always seemed to brighten Michael’s day. “Thanks, Michael. I needed that.”

Michael felt a warmth spread through him, and for a moment, he was lost in Lucifer’s eyes. They were like pools of liquid gold, shimmering with both confidence and vulnerability. He coughs into his fist and straightens, stripping his gaze away from the smaller angel. “No need.”

Lucifer’s gaze softened, and he leaned in, their foreheads almost touching. “You’re always there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Michael’s breath hitched, and he felt his cheeks flush. “It’s my job, a promise of God.”

Lucifer pulled back slightly, a curious look on his face. “When did you promise that?”

Michael’s mind drifted to a flashback. He remembered the day vividly—the day God Himself had spoken to him. Michael was helping him with a hard project, a project to surprise Lucifer for his birthday. God’s presence was overwhelming, yet comforting. “Michael,” God had said, His voice resonating with power and love. “I have a special task for you. Watch over Lucifer. Guide him, protect him, and be his steadfast friend. He will need you more than you know.”

Michael snapped back to the present, coughing into his fist to hide the smile creeping on his lips. “Just divinity vision, you could say.”

Lucifer just looked at him in suspicion before shrugging. “Think your divinity vision could help me?”

Michael took a deep anxious breath before shoving Lucifer in a small embrace, crushing the angel's bones. “May… May God give you guidance.”

Lucifer blinked in surprise, a blush creeping up his neck. “Did you just—”

“Your subjects are waiting for you,” The blonde immediately interrupts, covering his own blush and pushes the smaller blonde forward.

Lucifer took a deep breath and turned to face the hall. As he stepped forward, his wings spread wide, catching the light in a dazzling display. The room fell silent, every eye on him. He looked back at Michael one last time, and Michael gave him a thumbs-up.

With renewed confidence, Lucifer began his speech. “My fellow angels, today marks a new beginning...”

Michael felt an odd emotion that day and it only grew, grew into something that made his skin crawl but his heart pump. What was that?

Michael stood in the Garden of Eden, his usual stern expression softened only slightly by the vibrant colors and fragrant scents around him. The garden was a masterpiece of divine artistry, with flowers in every imaginable color and birds singing harmoniously in the trees. He meticulously adjusted the petals of a rose, making sure everything was perfect. He– he and God worked very hard on this for Lucifer, their Heavenly Father did it more for Lucifer, Michael only helped. 

Raphael, Gabriel, and Uriel watched from a distance, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Hey, Michael!" Raphael called out, an amused smirk playing on her lips."You’ve been at this for days. Planning on opening a flower shop?"

Gabriel chuckled, his wings fluttering slightly. "Or maybe he’s found a new hobby. Gardening for the cold-hearted."

Uriel, always the more serious of the three, added with a raised eyebrow, "What’s the real reason, Michael? This isn’t like you."

Michael straightened, his face reverting to its usual impassive demeanor. "It’s for the youngest. A task to keep him occupied."

Raphael snorted. "Sure, sure. Because we all know how much Lucifer loves menial tasks."

Michael shot her a glare but said nothing. He turned back to his work, his hands moving with practiced ease. The truth was, he wasn’t doing this to give Lucifer a task. He wanted to shower him with gifts, to create something beautiful for him. But feeling such a thing is forbidden and he cannot let such a thing go into his system. It is vile, it is disgusting… yet comforting. 

Finally, the garden was complete. Michael took a step back, admiring his handiwork. It was perfect, a paradise within a paradise. He took a deep breath and went to find Lucifer. It’d be easy to find, probably setting something on fire. 

He found the blonde in his room, like in a locked up tower giggling at time and space, playing with it carelessly. Michael smiles fondly at the sight before straightening his back and clearing his throat. 

Lucifer looked up, his golden hair catching the light. "Michael? I didn’t see you there!”

Michael shook his head, his voice more authoritative than intended. "No. Father has something he wants to show you and I have come to his steed.” Wow Michael, way to go.

Curiosity piqued, Lucifer followed Michael through the heavenly corridors and down to the garden. A large portal opened and inside Michael had Lucifer step through, the chirping of small animals sounded and Lucifer moved his hands, gasping at the sight. “Oh my Heavens! This is.. this is…”

Michael's normally cold heart warmed at Lucifer's reaction, but he kept his expression stern. "Father thought you might like it."

Lucifer's smile was radiant. "I love it. Thank you."

“But I didn’t–”

“Oh my god, sorry Father, what is that?!” Lucifer points to a rather large flower, bending down with a large grin.

Michael led him through the garden, pointing out the various plants and flowers with an almost militaristic precision. Eventually, they reached a secluded beach, the soft sand warm beneath their feet. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water. They sat down, the waves gently lapping at the shore.

Lucifer leaned his head on Michael's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "This is perfect."

Michael felt his entire body go rigid. Oh dear heavens above, Lucifer is putting his head! On! His! Shoulder! Okay what to do… what to do… did Lucifer know he was contemplating? Oh Lord he probably did!

His voice came out harsher than intended, "I'm glad you think so, um, your head is very… warm.” 

Lucifer's relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with Michael's rigid posture. He turns his head to look the taller blonde in the eyes with a raised eyebrow. “You okay Michael? You seem kind of.. hard.” 

Michael's mind raced. “Hard?! Goodness, I would never have such a reaction– to even think of that is absurd!”

Lucifer chuckled softly. "Not at all what I meant, Mich. Always the serious one. You know, it's okay to enjoy things sometimes.”

Michael swallowed hard. Enjoy? He doesn't even know how to enjoy this. He forced a nod. “I enjoy my everyday, because everything is perfect! Perfectly perfect.”

Lucifer lifted his head slightly, looking at Michael with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Do you ever feel… different, Michael?"

Michael turned to look at him, his strict demeanor faltering for a moment. "Different how?"

Lucifer shrugged, tracing patterns in the sand with his finger. "Like… you don’t quite fit in. Like you’re always trying to prove something."

Michael's heart ached at the vulnerability in Lucifer's voice, but he forced himself to maintain his stern facade. "You must try, Lucifer. For the sake of harmony, you must strive to conform."

Lucifer sighed, a mix of frustration and sadness in his eyes. "I understand, Michael. I’ll try."

"I’ll always be here to guide you, Lucifer. No matter what."

As the last light of the sunset faded and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Michael, feeling the unusual proximity of Lucifer, decided to try something new. With the rigidity of a soldier following unfamiliar orders, he awkwardly lifted his arm and placed it around Lucifer’s shoulders, pulling him into a side embrace. His movements were stiff and uncomfortable.

Lucifer looked up, suspicion and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Michael, what are you doing?"

Michael’s mind raced. Why did he think this was a good idea? This is awkward. He forced a smile, attempting to appear nonchalant. "Just… trying to be comforting."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Comforting, huh? And what do you know about comforting?"

Michael's posture straightened even more, if that were possible, and he tightened his grip slightly, as if that might somehow make the gesture more genuine. "Yes, Lucifer. It is my duty to ensure you are... comfortable."

Lucifer’s lips twitched in a barely suppressed grin. "Is that what you call this?"

Michael’s thoughts flashed back to a conversation he had with Azrael, who was the only one who noticed his long gazes and glances at the youngest archangel.

They were in a serene part of Heaven, surrounded by clouds and the soft hum of angelic choirs. Azrael and Michael were sparring, both of their shirts off and the angels were fawning over them. Lucifer wasn’t there that day, he offered to watch the young angels and help them. Azrael sprints forward with a quick jab at the side. “I had no idea I’d see the day you have the hots for someone! I guess Father did make emotions with you.”

“Enough with the teasing before I slain you,” Michael growls out, causing Azrael to stick his tongue out. “I did not come here to mess around.”

"Alright, Michael," Azrael, leaning in conspiratorially. "If you ever want to break the ice, try using a compliment. Here, I’ll show you. How about this: ‘If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.’"

Michael had blinked at him, utterly perplexed. "A… what-cumber?"

Azrael laughed, patting Michael on the back. "It’s a pick-up line. It’s meant to be light-hearted and charming." He aims for a low kick for Michael but instead the man simply hops and aims a kick to the blackettes face. 

Michael nodded, though he didn’t fully understand. "I see. But how does this help with… being around Lucifer?"

Azrael winked while rubbing his cheek in hurt. "Just trust me. A little charm goes a long way."

Now, back on the beach, Michael felt the weight of Azrael’s advice pressing on him. He decided to give it a try, despite feeling completely out of his element.

"You know, Lucifer," he began, his voice a bit stilted. "If you were a vegetable… you’d be a cute-cumber."

Lucifer stared at him, the suspicion giving way to pure confusion. "A… what now?"

Michael’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Oh no, this was a mistake. He cleared his throat, trying to salvage the moment. He could imagine Azrael laughing his arse off that he fell for such a childish prank! "Never mind. Just something Jophiel mentioned."

Lucifer’s confusion melted into a genuine smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think I get it. You’re trying to make me laugh, right? I didn’t know you were capable of that."

Michael nodded stiffly, feeling both relieved and more awkward than ever. "Yes. Exactly."

Lucifer chuckled softly, leaning his head back on Michael’s shoulder. "Well, you succeeded. Thanks, Michael."

Michael’s heart fluttered at the contact, his thoughts a chaotic jumble. This is highly irregular. Maintain composure.

Lucifer closed his eyes, his voice soft and contemplative. "You know, for all your strictness, you’re not so bad at this comforting thing."

Michael stiffened even more, his mind scrambling for a response. "I… I have my duties. Comforting is part of them."

Lucifer’s smile grew, a mix of fondness and amusement. "I can tell. Just be yourself, Michael. That’s more than enough."

Michael sat there, feeling the warmth of Lucifer’s presence against him, his heart pounding in his chest. Be himself? But who is he around him?

“This is beautiful.” Lucifer says softly before standing up, his wings flapping. “What are you going to call this place? Is it just us?”

There’s those eyes of curiosity that Michael lo– appreciated. “That is up to Father,” Michael replies sternly, sitting up himself and watching the lights twinkle against the water. Lucifer flaps his wings over the liquid, unaware of the matter before hesitantly touching it. He gasps at the cold touch and looks back at Michael. “I’ve never felt something so cold, everything is always well perfect.”

“I see, I guess I will need to change the temperature on this water,” Michael snaps his fingers but Lucifer lays in, putting his hand on the others. “Don’t! I.. I like it the way it is.”

“How could you like…” Michael couldn’t finish his sentence before Lucifer splashed some water onto his face. Lucifer giggles behind his hands before whistling innocently. “Oopsie who did that?”

Michael growls. “It is only us in this Garden.”

“I swear I saw Az here!” Lucifer sticks his tongue out playfully. 

“Why you little–”

Lucifer leans down and presses a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for this. Really. I needed to get out of that tower.” The blonde flaps his wings away before the other angel could respond, leaving him breathless before shouting.

“That is completely inappropriate!” 

He could only hear his fellow angels' laughter.

Michael didn’t see why there needed to be humans. In his eyes they reminded him nothing more of than keeping a pet, so he decided that is what Lucifer is doing. Keeping Adam and Lilith as pets because they followed him like orphaned dogs he found off the side of the road. Each of them had a role in this new world, an experiment that their Father created, a passion project of his to say. He created Adam out of curiosity of imperfection and Lucifer immediately fell in love with the idea. And it seems that the idea also fell in love with Lucifer. Lucifer was tasked to keep the humans' progress, to see how they react or act towards certain things that would unfaze an angel. To observe the cycle of life that they created. So when he received word that… that… Lucifer willingly let Adam violate him in such an unGodly manner he couldn’t hold back his anger.

In the chamber where the archangels convened, Michael sat at the high podium, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as he glared at the orb that displayed the disturbing image. Lucifer, usually so composed and regal, was reduced to nothing more than a writhing mess, his cries echoing through the room. Begging for more like a rabbit in heat, opening his legs for such a pathetic pest. Why couldn’t he look at him like that? Why, why, why–

Lucifer made a loud noise that caused Michael to jolt and look back at the orb, Adam was biting Lucifers neck and his face was flushed. Michael unsheathes his sword, his veins popping at the vile sight in front him. “I can’t believe this,” Michael growled, his voice laced with venom as he turned to his siblings. “That human dares to defile our brother in such a vile manner.”

“Calm yourself, Michael,” Raphael interjected, her expression grave as she regarded him. “We must first understand how Lucifer came to be in this situation.”

“Understand?” Michael scoffed, his anger boiling over. “There’s nothing to understand. Lucifer has fallen prey to his own desires, his weakness laid bare for all to see.”

“But why is he reacting this way?” Jophiel questioned, her brow furrowed in thought. “And how did he know about... those?”

“Exactly!” Michael exclaimed, his frustration mounting. “There’s something different about Lucifer, something... tainted.”

“Ew, keep that to yourself,” Azrael responds with a look of disgust. “However, you're right. How did he–”

“There’s something I didn’t tell you guys,” Michael immediately interrupts, causing the other archangels to look at him. “Lucifer was made with… something different than us.”

“Like?” Raphael asks in curiosity. 

“He was crafted with temptation,” Michael breathes slowly and he waits for the room to erupt in chaos. Except no one did, only shell shocked expressions.

“But how? I thought Father put that in the apple,” Gabriel mumbles quietly.

“Her name is Roo,” Michael concedes. “She was a being of eternal darkness and Father was made to end her, out of her creations she created temptation and that is Lucifer.”

“Why do you think he is so beautiful? That is the reason why Adam is defiling his body,” Michael seethes out. 

“Well that’s,” Raphael whistles. “Not at all what I was expecting.”

“Makes sense why you want him so badly, damn I’m mad you beat me at the punch,” Azrael springs his scythe boredly.

“So what you’re saying is... Lucifer was created with temptation?” Gabriel spoke up, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yes,” Michael confirmed, his tone grave. “He is the embodiment of temptation, a flaw in our Father’s design.”

The realization sent a shiver down their spines, each of them grappling with the implications of what Michael had revealed.

“Well, that certainly explains a lot,” Azrael remarked dryly, his expression unreadable.

“But it doesn’t excuse his behavior,” Michael interjected, his voice firm. “Lucifer must be held accountable for his actions, regardless of his... nature.”

“No,” Uriel finally speaks. “Let him be.”

“Why?” Michael roars. 

“Let’s see how far this goes,” Raphael interjects. “We don’t know what will happen. What if Lucifer is with child?”

“Child?!” Michael yelps in frustration. “That can’t be–”

“Us angels are able to reproduce if we wish to, whose to say Lucifer doesn’t? We’ve never seen a hybrid,” Raphael reaches out.

“No!” Michael immediately silences them. “I will not let such an insinuation run throughout this council, if any of you expect he is with child, you terminate it immediately.”

He glares at the room, glowering in hatred at the conversation. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, Warrior Michael,” They respond simultaneously. 

“Good.”

Michael couldn’t get the expression of Lucifer out of his mind. The way his face glowed in bright gold, the noises he’s never heard a soul peep. Of course Michael isn’t a virgin, he’s thousands of years old. He rarely got a partner and that’s when he loosened up after a long day or he was so pent up he would explode. After his growing feelings for Lucifer began to bloom however, he couldn’t bring it to bed with another. He could only palm his cock in need for the smaller angel and yet when he thought of images of Lucifer, it wasn’t his defiling thoughts.

It was thoughts of Lucifer full of bliss, his face contorted with happiness whenever Michael would treat him. Michael didn’t want to defile Lucifer, no of course not. He wanted to.. touch him gently under the moonlight and hear Lucifer speak soft words into his ears. He wanted to cherish him, he wanted Lucifer to feel safe under his touch and to caress him gently. To tell him everything is okay. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. 

Michael grunts at the feeling on his hardened cock, palming it softly. How would Lucifer touch him? How would he feel seeing him in such a vulnerable state?

There’s a knock on his door and Michael immediately fixes himself up before calling whoever it is to come in and then scolds them for wasting his time on whatever stupid thing that was so important they interrupted his personal time. However the door opens and there is Lucifer in all of his glory, he was wearing long robes and his eyes were dazed. 

“Michael,” Lucifer says gently, bowing his head before looking back at the man with gentle eyes. Oh god Michael felt himself twitch under his own robe.

“Yes, Lucifer?” Michael asks with a raised eyebrow, using everything he could to keep his composure. Lucifer walks idly towards him, his footsteps flat but his body language seductive. Tempting. 

“I learned something new,” Lucifer responds, putting a hand on Michaels chest  and looking up at him. 

“New is dangerous,” Michael almost stutters as he feel his erection stiffen to the point that it hurt. 

“It’s for someone you love,” Lucifer responds and guides his arm around Michaels neck, leaning his chin up. Michael closes his eyes and he feels a flick on his forehead, causing him to hiss. “You impudent–”

Then he felt a small graze on his lips. 

Michael was speechless as he watched Lucifer shyly smile before leaving the room.

Holy Heaven and Eden combined his dick was so hard right now. 

In the heart of the Garden of Eden, where the vibrant colors of nature danced in harmonious symphony, Michael traversed through the lush foliage, his footsteps soft against the fertile soil. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their petals unfurling in delicate shades of pink and white, while the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the serene landscape.

As he ventured deeper into the verdant paradise, Michael's eyes swept across the tranquil scene, taking in the splendor of Eden in all its glory. Towering trees stretched their branches towards the azure sky, their verdant canopy casting dappled shadows on the emerald carpet below. Crystal-clear streams meandered through the landscape, their gentle murmurs blending with the chorus of birdsong that filled the air.

It was amidst this idyllic setting that Michael spotted Lilith, the first woman, reclining by the banks of a tranquil pond. Her laughter rang out like tinkling bells as she reached out to stroke the feathers of a majestic duck that glided gracefully across the water's surface. The duck quacked contentedly, its vibrant plumage shimmering in the golden sunlight that filtered through the verdant canopy above.

Lilith's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the duck waddle clumsily along the water's edge, her fingers trailing through the cool, clear waters of the pond. There was a sense of pure joy radiating from her as she interacted with the natural world around her, her laughter blending seamlessly with the symphony of Eden's tranquil beauty. He could almost appreciate the scene in front of him if it wasn’t for the fact he knew that duck was one of Lucifer's own. He felt his rage boil, the two had spent too much time together and now with the creation of Eve, she had no room to be here. She is truly at the mercy of God.

With a heavy sigh, Michael shook himself from his reverie and approached Lilith, his expression stern and disapproving. As he drew nearer, the laughter of the duck faded into the background, replaced by the tense silence that hung between them like a heavy shroud.

"Lilith," he called out, his voice cutting through the tranquil air like a thunderclap. "What are you doing here?"

The woman was immediately on alert, jumping defensively. She held the duck close to her and glared at him, baring her teeth. She looked like a threatened wolf in sheep's clothing, and that was the only thing Michael could admire about her—the sheer audacity to look at him with such contempt, as if he couldn't strike her down in an instant.

"I was allowed a pardon," she responded defensively, clutching the small duckling to her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Stay away from Lucifer," Michael growled, grabbing her by her hair. He lifted her from the ground, and she seethed in pain, trying to scratch him but with no success. "You are a distraction. The small act of adultery you two committed is nothing. He was lonely."

"Then why didn't he go to anyone else?" Lilith retaliated, scratching his arm like an angered cat with sharp claws. "He chose me."

"He was under the influence of your temptation," Michael snarled, his grip on her hair tightening until he could see tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He couldn't help but relish the sight before him—the woman who wouldn't obey, who gave him a hard time, and who took away his sweet angel from him, now in pain. He could decapitate her if he wanted to, and oh, did he want to.

"You will stay away from him," Michael growled, pulling her face inches from his own. Her obsidian eyes sparkled with small tears. "If not, I will make sure you meet your end."

"You wouldn't dare," Lilith spat back, her saliva landing on his cheek. He snarled, letting go of her hair only to grab her by the throat, causing her to choke. She kicked and clawed, but none of her efforts affected him. He was a body of armor. "Is that a promise, Lilith? Because I am known to always fulfill mine."

He squeezed her throat, and she became a coughing mess, trying to pry his hand away. She held onto him and barely managed to cough out, "What would your beloved think?"

Michael stopped immediately and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Whether you like it or not, scum, Lucifer chose me," Lilith harshly coughed out, a wide grin spreading across her features. "He loves me, and he will burn Heaven down to ashes if he learns I was killed by an angel. No less, an archangel."

He gasped at her audacity, and she seemed to feel victorious in their little debacle, a smirk stretching across her features. He let her go, and she fell to the ground, grabbing her neck and coughing hysterically.

"You are only here by God's mercy," Michael resounded, outstretching his wings in an act of intimidation. Yet the woman only had a strong smile as if she somehow won this. He would love nothing more than to strike her down, but his Father had spoken. She was to stay alive and be in the Garden for what purpose? Michael still couldn't wrap his head around it.

Lilith slowly regained her breath, the duckling still nestled protectively in her arms. Her eyes never left Michael's, a fire of defiance burning within them. "You can intimidate me all you want, Michael, but it won't change anything. Lucifer chose me. He loves me."

Michael's fists clenched at his sides. "You are deluded if you think that you, a mere human, can hold any significance to him. Lucifer is an archangel, and you are nothing."

"Is that what you tell yourself?" Lilith challenged, her voice hoarse but strong. "Is that what helps you sleep at night, knowing that he chose me over you?"

Michael felt a surge of rage. He stepped closer, looming over her, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You will regret those words, Lilith. Mark my words, if you so much as breathe near Lucifer again, I will make you wish you had never been created."

Lilith's smile remained unbroken, even as she struggled to stand. "We'll see about that, Michael. But remember, if anything happens to me, Lucifer will know. And he will come for you."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Michael standing there, seething. He watched her go, his mind a tumult of anger and jealousy. How did it come to this? How had a human, a lowly creature, managed to wedge herself between him and Lucifer?

Michael stood at the entrance of the most opulent restaurant in Heaven, his hands slick with nervous sweat. The grandeur of the place was undeniable—high ceilings adorned with intricate gold leaf designs, crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow, and tables set with the finest linen and china. He tugged at his collar, feeling overdressed in his perfectly tailored suit. The fabric itched against his skin, and his wings, folded tightly against his back, felt awkward and out of place. He got this restaurant from Jophiel, she said this was the best place she’s ever been and that the head chef was two winged but they created better food than the divine. 

Lucifer arrived, looking effortlessly elegant in a simple yet stylish ensemble. His beauty radiated even in the dim light of the restaurant, his golden hair catching the light and his azure eyes sparkling with curiosity. His suit was of course pristine white and a bit on the theatrical side but that’s just who he was. 

"Michael, you look... fancy," Lucifer said with a playful grin, taking in Michael's formal attire. His eyes travel Michael's muscular form and the other blonde couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up. "What's the occasion? Did I miss another meeting? Oh gosh I was in Eden all week, am I that far behind my duties–”

Michael swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I... I thought we could have a special dinner. Just the two of us."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly, his anxious rant stopping almost immediately. "Alright, lead the way."

As they were seated at a secluded table by a large window overlooking the celestial garden, Michael's mind raced. This was it. This was the moment he had planned so meticulously, yet he felt more nervous than ever. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel his palms getting sweatier by the second. “What’s up bitches!” A two pair winged angel came over to their table, she radiated an orange and pink glow from her entire figure and Lucifer looked in wonder. “Pops Mich, Pops Luci, I’m the head chief and I will be your server today! We have a new specialty that I myself created, Cotton candy! A sparkling treat of goodness and bad bitchiness!”

Michael stared at the four winged angel with disgust, why an angel would be this flashy is unacceptable but Lucifer seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. He loved everything that differentiated from the norm. The blonde smiles and points to something on the menu, “Can I have the three stack pancakes with honey drizzle? Oh with a side of apple slices please!”

“I see someone here has a sweet tooth! Ain’t that right tart Michael?” The angel snorts and nudges the other archangel and Michael could feel his nerves boiling if it weren’t for Lucifer’s reluctant smile. He takes a deep inhale through his nose to relax his tense body, which only helped a little bit but it seemed to reassure Lucifer that Michael wouldn't shoot this angel out of the sky at this very moment. 

“I’d like a salad with a side of soup,” Michael nods expectantly and the angel hums happily. “I see one of us has a small appetite!”

She pats Lucifer's head and leans down to his shoulder, “And it ain’t the two of us!” Immediately after her statement, Michael felt his face boil with embarrassment and before he could stand up and blast that angel, he could hear the joyous melody of Lucifer's laughter. He looked down and the small man was giggling behind his hand. “Who was that? I’ve never met someone like her.”

“Neither have I,” Michael mumbles. “Her behavior is inexcusable.”

“Oh lighten up,” Lucifer rolls his eyes before looking out of the window. The gold hues of Eden reflected across the glass, Michael followed the blonde's eyesight and he was watching the three humans. Adam was being attacked by some monkey for stealing its bananas, Eve watched in worry and Lilith relished in the sunlight on the rock. Michael could tell the dazed look in his eyes and he didn’t like it one bit. Why couldn’t he stare at him like that? Why didn’t Michael make Lucifer feel that way? That was all going to change today. The tall blonde peers down to his pocket, clinking open the box where a ruby ring laid inside, sparkling in the lights of the chandelier. 

“So tell me, how’s the process with Eden?” Lucifer asks delicately with a wide smile. “It’s been a while since we’ve caught up like this. I… missed you.”

Michael’s heart was pounding in his chest because holy shit was it hot in here or was it Lucifer? No, these feelings are wrong! This isn’t… none of the thoughts coming across his mind is Gods’ Wisdom. “The project is going as expected. I don’t see how you would miss me, you spend all of your time with those humans.”

Nice save! Ouch, not in Lucifer's perspective because he has a hardened stare across his face with a thin frown. “They have names you know.”

“I’m aware,” Michael rolled his eyes and Lucifer frown only deepened. That was not the proper reaction he was supposed to get. “We created them Michael, it’s not very kind to speak about them like that. I already let calling Lilith a damned woman pass.”

Lilith. That rotten woman. Michael felt his blood boil just at the thought of her essence, the one stripping Lucifer away from him. The one touching him in such an ungodly manner. If he could only strip her from her immortal title–

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it,” Lucifer sighs, shaking his head. “Michael, why did you really bring me here? You only need me when Father commands you to talk to me.”

“If that was true, I’d never speak to you,” Michael snorted at his own joke. 

That was definitely not the right thing to say by the angered expression from the archangel across from him. 

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before he masked it with a forced smile. "So this is just another one of Father's orders, then? Is that all I am to you, Michael? A mere pawn to be summoned at His whim?"

Michael felt a pang of guilt at the hurt in Lucifer's voice, but he pushed it aside, his resolve hardening. "You know that's not true. You're... important to me, Lucifer."

"Important enough to be dragged to a fancy restaurant and subjected to your awkward attempts at conversation?" Lucifer's tone was biting, his eyes flashing with frustration. "I thought we were past all this, Michael. I thought we were friends."

Friends. The word echoed in Michael's mind, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Yes, they were friends, but they were also so much more. Or at least, Michael wanted them to be.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Michael replied, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. "I just... wanted to spend time with you. Alone."

Lucifer's expression softened slightly, his anger giving way to confusion. "Why? What's so important that you had to drag me away from my duties?"

“The truth is Lucifer… Will you–”

“I’m back bitches!” The head chief came back holding two platters of food and setting them down gently in front of the two. She sniffs the air before wincing. “Yikes! I can feel the energy in this place but right here is some bad chakra! What’s got your guys panties in a bunch? Oh well none of my business! Have a great time here!”

The angel flaps away with a wide smile, speaking to her other waiters, pointing to the two of them and wincing before laughing soundly. 

Michael's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his carefully crafted moment shattered by the intrusive interruption. He cleared his throat awkwardly, his gaze flickering nervously to Lucifer.

Lucifer, however, seemed unfazed by the interruption, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, that was... unexpected."

Michael's heart raced in his chest, his carefully rehearsed words now lost in the chaos of the moment. He glanced down at the ring box in his pocket, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over him. Was this the right time? And more importantly, was Lucifer the right person?

Before he could gather his thoughts, Lucifer reached across the table and placed a reassuring hand on Michael's arm. "Michael, whatever it is you wanted to say... I'm listening."

Michael's breath caught in his throat at the sincerity in Lucifer's gaze. For a moment, he forgot about the crowded restaurant, the intrusive interruptions, and the weight of his own insecurities. All that mattered was the man sitting across from him, his unwavering support shining through the chaos.

Summoning all his courage, Michael took a deep breath and met Lucifer's gaze. "Lucifer, will you be... my partner?”

A flicker of surprise overtook Lucifer's expression, a gold hue overseeing his face and Michaels body immediately panicked. His mouth moved before he could even think. “In overseeing Eden?”

Lucifer gasps soundly and there were basically stars in his eyes, even tears damn near welling. “Oh my gosh Michael! Do you mean it?! Tell me you mean it!”

Michael held the glass of champagne and crushed it in his hardening grip while he gave a stiff nod. Lucifer winces at the glass staining with gold ichor and he points. “You got uh something sticking in your hand there.”

“I’m fine, keep going,” Michael seethes through his teeth, his right eye twitching. Lucifer eyes him warily before brightening. “So I was thinking, what if we made a bird that couldn’t fly and only lived in like cold climates? I was thinking of calling them penguins, oh my gosh I have so many ideas I want to do–”

Lucifer looked up, his smile fading slightly as he sensed the seriousness in Michael’s tone. “What is it, Michael?”

Michael took a deep breath, the words he had rehearsed so many times in his mind suddenly seeming inadequate. “Will you—”

But before Michael could finish,the head chef was back, this time with a tray of desserts. “Surprise! Complimentary treats for the lovely couple!”

Michael’s patience snapped. “Can we have a moment of privacy?” he snapped, his voice icy.

The chef blinked in surprise, then quickly retreated. Lucifer watched her go before turning back to Michael, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.

His grip on the situation—and the remnants of the glass—tightened. Lucifer, ever the diplomat, chuckled awkwardly and tried to ease the tension.

“Don’t mind her, Michael. She’s just trying to lighten the mood,” Lucifer said, “In her own way. Plus those desserts look so good!’

“If you say so,” Michael grumbles. As they finished their meal, the head chef returned with a tray of exquisite desserts. The array of delicacies included a rich chocolate mousse, a delicate tiramisu, and a vibrant fruit tart. Lucifer’s eyes lit up as he reached for the mousse, taking a small bite and closing his eyes in bliss.

“This is heavenly,” Lucifer said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “No pun intended.”

Michael, still feeling the aftershocks of their intense conversation, took a more cautious bite of the tiramisu. The flavors were indeed divine, but his mind was elsewhere, swirling with the weight of his feelings for Lucifer.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Michael replied, his voice tighter than usual. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Lucifer glanced up, a hint of surprise in his eyes at Michael’s tender tone. “Thank you, Michael. I never thought I’d hear that from you.”

After finishing their desserts, Michael stood and offered Lucifer his hand. Said hand was shaking uncontrollably from the anxious feeling vibrating in his chest. “Would you like to go for a walk? I think we could both use some fresh air from such a fill.” Michael didn’t eat many of the desserts, he mostly listened to Lucifer go on and on about some new species he wanted to make. 

Lucifer took his hand, warmth spreading through him at the touch. “I’d love that.”

They left the bustling restaurant behind, stepping out into the tranquil beauty of Eden. The night sky was a tapestry of stars, casting a gentle glow over the lush gardens. Flowers of every color imaginable bloomed around them, their scents mingling in the air to create a soothing, fragrant balm.

As they walked along a winding path, the silence between them was comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of the night: the distant chirping of crickets, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, the trickle of a nearby stream. Lucifer sighed contentedly, his hand still held in Michael’s. They used to do this all of the time when they were children, Lucifer tended to get lost so Michael would always hold his hand. But never once in his life did he think it’d cause such a feeling in his body. As if butterflies were caroling in his stomach while someone was pounding on his heart like a drum. He looked cautiously at the ring in his pocket before back at the path.

“This place is incredible,” Lucifer said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I can’t believe we get to live in such beauty. I wish Lilith could see this.”

Michael nodded, his gaze fixed on Lucifer's kind smile. “It’s a testament to Father’s vision. But it’s also... a place where I can be with you. That’s what makes it truly special, not with the human.”

Lucifer stopped walking, turning to face Michael with a curious expression. “Michael, you’ve been acting differently tonight. What’s going on?”

Michael took a deep breath, his grip on Lucifer’s hand tightening slightly. “Lucifer, I know I’m not always the easiest to read. I struggle with understanding... emotions. But I need you to know that I care about you more than anything in this world.”

Lucifer’s eyes softened, and he stepped closer. “I care about you too, Michael. You’re my best friend, my confidant. You’ve always been there for me.”

Michael’s heart pounded in his chest, the words he’d been holding back finally spilling out. “I promise to protect you, Lucifer. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. You mean more to me than I can put into words.”

They were sort of what he meant to say but not quite. It was more on the lines of would you make me the happiest archangel alive and forget about that bastard woman Lilith and choose me instead? I could create universes for you, I’d do anything for you. I’d procreate with you if that’s what you wanted, I’d do absolutely everything just to feel the touch of your divinity against my own. 

Lucifer’s smile was gentle, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “Thank you, Michael. That means everything to me.”

They continued their walk, the path leading them to a serene beach. The moon cast a silver glow over the sand, and the gentle waves lapped at the shore. Michael felt a sense of peace settle over him as they walked along the water’s edge, the cool sand beneath their feet.

They stopped, and Lucifer gazed out at the ocean, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. “It’s so beautiful here,” he murmured. “I wish moments like this could last forever.”

Michael, feeling a surge of emotion, pulled Lucifer into a side embrace, awkward but heartfelt. Lucifer looked up at him with a mix of suspicion and amusement, clearly taken aback by the uncharacteristic gesture. “We’ve been having a lot of embraces lately haven’t we?”

“It is the proper way,” Michael softly conveys, coughing to cover his awkwardness. Lucifer gives him a lopsided smile before wrapping his arms around Michael, laying his head in his chest.

“What’re you–”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Lucifer interrupts.

Michael was okay with this.

“Oh, Warrior Michael, you are not going to believe this!” Jophiel came racing towards his office with a wide grin and the archangel could only look sternly at her. “That is only if you tell a lie, Beauty Jophiel.”

“Eve has conceived a child in her womb!” Jophiel jumps excitedly, flaunting her six wings in excitement. No matter what amount of jealousy Jophiel held for Lucifer, they acted a lot alike when they were excited. “I did it! The project was a success!”

“That is to be expected, we are angels,” Michael raises an eyebrow at her excitement. “We do not make mistakes.”

“Uh, yes, my liege,” She bows slightly before immediately teleporting out of the room. Michael groans when she completely disappears, opening a new file and here’s to starting another bath of paperwork. New humans will join the humans' stay and with that in mind, Eve will need to populate the Earth. That idea sounded so grotesque that even Michael couldn’t hide his gag. He’ll need to make more humans and more of the question was Lucifer. Lucifer managed to conceive a child with Adam but it was dissolved by the divinity inside him. An angel cannot be impregnated unless they wish to, so how was it Lucifer managed to get pregnant but almost immediately terminate the being in less than a day. Michael found out when Lucifer was feeling, what’s the phrase? Under the weather. Raphael examined him and immediately reported straight to Michael that he was pregnant. Michael wanted to purge the being but Raphael reported irregular findings. 

Lucifer's child already had a noticeable heartbeat and the only thing that Raphael could see was a pair of small divine wings. Raphael wished to run tests for the next day before they terminated the hybrid, except Lucifer terminated it himself unknowingly. When they asked how he cured that quickly, he said it was divine intervention and all he did was focus on where the pain was before excluding it. 

No angel should be able to create like that. 

“Hey Michael,” A sound vibrates through his frontal lobe and he groans. “Yes Azrael?”

“Lucifer and these humans are causing a ruckus about us taking Eve. I know I have orders not to strike down Lilith but she’s making it real hard right now.”

“I’ll be down.”

Michael immediately opens a portal and decides to watch at the scene in front of through Azrael's eyes. Eve was staring at them in terror, as if they were some devil coming to snatch her children away. Lilith was vibrating in anger, a beautiful look on her Michael wanted to add. Jophiel looked confused at the debacle in front of her, like usual, and Lucifer's eyes were filled with a familiar fire of determination.

“Eve isn’t some toy to be used,” Lucifer tries to reason, stuttering in the process. “She’s her own person! Why can’t she have a say in this?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” Azraels voice booms and there's a shockwave against their skin. Even Jophiel herself was affected and Lucifer flinched, yet kept his gaze. “Your job is to watch the humans and update us on their progress not on their measly feelings.”

Azrael directs a glare at Eve and she looks down at her feet in fear. 

“She is to birth three heirs of Adam's name,” Azrael informs and glares at the younger angel. “That is her function, that is her purpose .”

“Why do you decide that for her?!” Lucifer was fighting tooth and nail for her, she realized. “She is her own woman damn you!”

Michael had enough. He morphed into existence beside them. 

“Lucifer!” Michael sees Lucifer's face drain of color as Michael grabs the younger by his collar. His eyes were cold with irritation and blatant annoyance. Why is Lucifer behaving like this for such a lowly human being? They are the dust beneath their feet and that’s to put it kindly. 

“Your impudence will not be tolerated. Eve is to give birth and you are to let that happen,” Michael’s voice was terrifying, resonating with a cold authority that sent shivers down their spines. “There is no say, no argument, in the matter. Do I make myself clear?”

“But Michael–”

“Disobeying my word is to disobey that of God,” Michael’s voice was as cold as stone, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. “Do you disobey that of God?”

“No, I would never–”

“Then this discussion is over,” Michael interrupted, his words cutting through the air like a blade. He grabbed Eve by the arm, his grip firm and unyielding. She bit her lip, desperately trying to keep herself from yelping in surprise. He tossed her over to Jophiel, who caught her with a grin that was more madness than warmth. 

Michael turned his glare towards Azrael. “I am disappointed you had to call me and were unable to put him in check yourself.”

“I could never,” Azrael replied mockingly, placing a hand on his heart in faux offense. “I know how much of a favorite he is for you.”

Ignoring the jibe, Michael narrowed his eyes at Lilith, Adam, and Lucifer. “You three are to stay in the Human Realm until the birth of Eve’s children.”

“What? Michael,” Lucifer reached out, desperation lacing his voice, but Michael moved his wrist away with a flick.

“You are to listen, Lucifer, not defy,” Michael said firmly before they were all enveloped in a portal of light to Heaven. Despite this he continued to watch through the eyes a bird sitting on Adams shoulder.

Lucifer stumbled as the serene landscape of Eden was replaced by the rough, unpredictable terrain of the Human Realm. The sky was overcast, casting a gloomy shadow over the land.

“Great,” Lilith muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “We’re banished because of his damn orders again.”

Adam, silent but visibly didn’t care. “They’re angels! They know the best.”

“Of course you think that. What an embarrassment,” Lilith rolls her eyes and Adam pets the bird in offense. “Shut up! It’s not my fault you were damned!”

“What do we do?” Lilith’s voice was hoarse as she directed her gaze to her lover. 

Lucifer shook his head, trying to process the rapid change. “We wait,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “There’s nothing else we can do.”

Lilith scoffed, crossing her arms. “Typical. We’re always waiting, always following orders.”

Lucifer turned to her, his eyes softening. “Lilith, I know it’s hard, but we have to stay together. We have to believe that this is for a greater purpose.”

“For a greater purpose?” she repeated incredulously. “Is that what you think, or is that what Michael wants you to think?”

The words stung, but Lucifer remained resolute. “We can’t lose hope. We can’t give up.”

Lilith sighed, the tension draining from her stance. “Fine. But I’m not going to stand by while they dictate our lives.”

Adam stepped forward, placing a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

Lucifer nodded, grateful for their support. Despite the uncertainty, they had each other. And in this harsh realm, that was the most important thing.

Meanwhile, back in Heaven, Michael stood silently, the weight of his decisions pressing heavily on him. He gazed at the spot where the portal had closed, his heart a tumultuous mix of guilt and resolve. He had to ensure that God’s will was followed, no matter the cost.

Uriel approached him, a knowing look in her eyes. “You did what you had to do, Michael.”

Michael didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the empty space. “I know,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But why does it feel like I’ve lost something?”

Uriel placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Because you care. More than you let on.”

Michael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I just hope they understand.”

“They will,” Uriel assured him. “In time.”

As Michael stood there, the burden of leadership heavy on his shoulders, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the rift between him and Lucifer was growing wider. And that thought, more than anything, filled him with a sense of profound loss.

After the week he banished Lucifer to the mortal realm, Lucifer remained isolated and closed. He wouldn’t speak to any of the angels unless it regarded the puny humans. So to find Lucifer in front of his door was surprising and ultimately suspicious. 

“What can I do for you, Imagination Lucifer?” Michael addressed him with his formal title and it seemed it did the desired effect by the wince of Lucifer. His eyes seemed to be one of guilt and terror but Michael couldn’t care for why. He was furious and he didn’t know why.

“I need you to listen to me,” Lucifer whispers softly. “I’m listening, Imagination Lucifer.”

Lucifer paced back and forth in Michael's office, his wings twitching with barely contained frustration. The room was vast and imposing, lined with ancient texts and glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Michael stood behind his ornate desk, his face a mask of cold indifference.

"You have to understand, Michael," Lucifer pleaded, his voice strained. "Humans deserve free will. They deserve to make their own choices, to learn and grow from their experiences. Let them eat the apple.”

Michael crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. "You’re speaking out of turn, Lucifer. You have no authority to make such a decision. The apple is Sin and you know this.”

Lucifer stopped pacing and faced Michael, his eyes burning with determination. "I'm not doing this to defy anyone. I'm doing it because it's right. They’re not our puppets, Michael. They deserve a chance to live their lives on their own terms."

"Right?" Michael’s voice was sharp and cold. "You presume to know what is right? God’s plan is perfect. Your interference is nothing but reckless."

Lucifer’s hands clenched into fists, his frustration boiling over. "This isn’t about defiance. It’s about compassion. Can’t you see that?"

"Compassion?" Michael’s wings flared out in anger. "You’re an immature brat, Lucifer. You’re here by God’s grace alone. Do you think you know better than Him?"

Lucifer's eyes widened, his voice rising in desperation. "I’m saying that they should have the freedom to choose. To make their own mistakes and learn from them. Isn’t that what makes life meaningful?"

Michael took a step forward, his presence towering and intimidating. "Your idealism is dangerous. You’re risking everything for a foolish notion. You’re not ready to understand the consequences of your actions."

"I understand more than you think!" Lucifer shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "I see the potential in them. The beauty in their imperfections. They deserve a chance!"

Michael’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and menacing. "You’re nothing but a spoiled child playing with forces beyond your comprehension. I’ve had enough of your recklessness."

Lucifer's eyes filled with tears, his voice breaking. "Michael, please, just listen. This isn’t about rebellion. It’s about giving them hope. A future."

Michael’s face hardened, his words cutting like a blade. "I wish I never had the duty of taking care of you. You’re a burden, Lucifer, a constant source of trouble. Maybe you should have never been given this responsibility. I hate you.”

The words struck Lucifer like a physical blow, and tears spilled over his cheeks. He looked at Michael, heartbroken. "I... I thought you understood."

Lucifer turned away, his wings drooping, and disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Michael alone in the vast, imposing office.

The echo of his sobs lingered in the air, and Michael stood there, the weight of his words settling heavily on his shoulders. He sank to his knees, his wings drooping, the strong, stoic archangel now a broken figure consumed by guilt and sorrow.  He didn’t make a sound as he broke down, silent tears streaming down his face. The vibrant light of the room dimmed, the ethereal glow fading as Michael wept silently, his heart aching with the pain of what he had done. He had driven away the one being he had sworn to protect, the one he secretly loved more than anything. And in that moment, he felt the true weight of his failure. He let Lucifer turn into whatever this is. 

Then he heard screams of terror. The foundation of Heaven shook and he jumped, wiping his tears before blasting out of his office, breaking the door in process. He immediately went to the courtroom where multiple angels were flying in circles hysterically. There at the throne was his Father, his eyes furrowed with rage and concentration. 

“Come.” Is all he said and in front of him was Lucifer, Lilith and Adam. Lucifer and Lilith were holding each others hands while Adam immediately bowed. Michael didn’t know what was happening just that whatever Lucifer did caused Father to come out and that means something horrific. He turned to see black slick edging against the corners of the wall and his eyes widened. 

Roo. 

Oh no he didn’t. 

He stared at Lucifer in betrayal, he told him not to. Why couldn’t he just listen? Why did he betray him? What did she have that he couldn’t give? Why must he be so different?

Adam was the only one on his knees and he looked at them in bewilderment. “What is wrong with you two? You’re going to get us punished!”

 Adam is grabbed by one of the angels and taken upward on the shelves next to the other angels. “I see you are unforgiving of what you did, Lilith,” God's voice blares through the room, shaking Lilith to her core and it did the same to Michael, he could feel the tingles of his spine. Father was infuriated. That’s never an emotion he should have. 

 “You have brought darkness in this world,” God declares and squints his multiple eyes at her. “Is there anything you wish to say for your crime?”

“Yeah,” Lilith steps forward, letting go of her lover's hand and she glares at the being of creation with pure hatred. “I want war. ”

There’s a series of gasps around the room and Michael steps forward, his heart beating with pure rage. “You wish to go to War against us? The ones who made you everything you are?!”

“More than anything,” Lilith trails and stomps her foot. “I ate the apple of knowledge and I know of your pathetic system. You all are beneath me for trying to control me. I demand justice and I will rightfully earn it.”

She grabs Michaels chin, a reminder of when he choked her. Instead of fear, he felt uncontrollable anger that he wanted to rip her limb by limb. “By watching every. Single. One. Of. You. Fall.” 

The blonde lets go and goes back to her rightful place, by her husband's side. “We declare war.”

“We?” This seemed to touch a nerve with the Archangel as he looked over to Lucifer. “Lucy, you don’t mean to go to war with us. You have the power to stop this darkness, this temptation.”

Before he could respond, multiple other angels stood in a defensive circle around them. He even recognized the Head chief. “We know of the true Heaven system and we are through with it. We agree with Lilith and Lucifer, we are willing to go to War with you if that’s what it takes.”

Yet the archangel before them ignores the other angels and just kept his eyes on Lucifer, who huffs. “If you guys had listened-”

“Why would we listen to your impudent words after this- this-” 

“Michael, I’m-”

“Silence!” God rises and he looks at Lucifer, his mouth quivering before turning his back. “Michael, Gabriel, Samuel, Uriel, Raphael, Zadkiel and Jophiel. Strike all of them down with the intention of Death.”

Michael immediately turns to his supreme ruler with shock. “But Father, Lucifer didn’t know any better! You made him just in case this-”

“Enough!” God yells, his back still turned to the court. Shackles appear on all of them and God is in front of them in an instant, yet he is looking at his Son, not the first woman. 

“Do you regret what you did?”

There’s a long pause and Lucifer seethes at his Father. “No.”

“If you just apologize now-”

“No!” Lucifer yells.  

God frowns and grabs Lilith by the chain of her shackles. “She has tempted you into going against me, she is the damnation. Kill her, Michael. Kill the other angels and Lucifer will be pardoned and isolated to keep more of his mistakes from ruining our beloved Earth while I fix the Evil in our world.”

God walks up the staircase and there's a static and screeching in the air as he pulls his hands up and pushes down, clearly in pain of the work. In the sphere was Eve, drawing in the darkness and a new home being made. A home of pure red and small living beings rising from the darkness. Ones with unruly horns and those that reflect the appearance of wolves. 

Michael brings a blade to Lilith's chest and she squeezes her eyes shut. Michael would relish in this feeling, to finally get rid of that spot in his ass. He strikes her with a manic smile before a flash is there in an instant and he gasps. There Lucifer was with his Holy Sword through his chest and gold ichor bleeding down his celestial gown. Michael immediately retracts his sword and retches at the sight of red and gold blood on his sword. 

“Lucifer,” Michael chokes out, the corners of his eyes pooling with tears of sorrow. The sorrow of striking Lucifer. 

“If you kill her, you kill me,” Lucifer gasps out, holding the bleeding wound in his hand beforedirecting a glare towards God. “And I do not go down easily.”

Michael heard multiple gasps throughout the room and choking sounds, a spear going through Michaels own chest. Through his heart. Even literal it felt metaphorical, how Lucifer stabbed him behind his back. Michael takes in the horned sight of Lucifer in front of him, even a tail lapping around and even in the devil form he looked beautiful. Michael grits his teeth as tears stream down his face, grabbing Lucifers halo. “You are a disgrace.”

He heard Lucifers deafening screams as Michael ripped the halo off, the pull was strong but Michaels resolve was stronger. Tears were falling down his face yet he kept his face stone cold as he finally pulled Lucifers halo off of him. Lucifer falls back in an agonizing scream and Lilith catches him with a horrified expression.

“You two will be locked down in that of Sin and keep locked away for your crimes against Humanity,” Michael orders, his voice hoarse but firm as he threw Lucifers halo to the side. Lucifer only had one eye open and Lucifers face was that of determination and betrayal. “For the rest of eternity.”

Michael opens a portal and immediately the two are falling out of the sky. He turns to hear the angels screaming in agony and terror, and of sadness. He turns and there was Uriel. At least the remnants of what was supposed to be him. He was burnt to ashes and only his halo was left behind. Many of the other archangels were damaged with burn marks, one of Jophiels wings were burnt. Michael chokes at the sight before turning to the last human, the one who mirrored his own face of hatred. 

“Adam,” Michaels voice rings out the courtroom, guilt lacing his tone and Adam turns to look at him. The archangel sucks in a breath and strikes Adam through the heart with his dirtied sword, he expected to see Adam cry but instead his face was void of emotion. 

Like him.

“You will now be an Angel since your wife has descended into madness, your nineteen children will live down on Earth and prosper, you are one of the elite,” Michael informs as a halo sprung above Adam's head and large gold wings broke from his back, resting at his side.

“Do you understand?”

“Fuck yes.”

Michael pulled the ring out of his pocket, his tears dropping on his hands. He puts the ring on and leans down to kiss the gemstone. Every late spring- he will be reminded of Lucifers love. More of all, his own. 

“Sir Michael,” Zadkiel calls out, his long dreads hanging off of his shoulders. “We have heartbreaking news from sister Sera.”

“Which is?” Michael responds glumly. 

“Sir Adam is dead and Lucifer along with his daughter is asking for council.”

“... His daughter?”

Michael rubbed the ruby ring on his finger. 

"Allow them."