Chapter Text
“You make me feel human.”
“You were never just a demon to me.”
The Cage corrupts, it tears and rebuilds, it holds the Devil himself. Michael held back the inevitable for a long time, but in the end even the archangel couldn’t prevent the change. The torn and battered soul of Adam Milligan was expelled from the Cage after centuries of abuse- as a demon. He was taken as an apprentice by the King of Hell, and brought topside for “training.” Despite this, he wasn’t particularly demonic. He rarely made contracts, possessed others, and preferred playing with the hellhounds to using them to retrieve souls. The Cage strengthened him, and his presence alone scared other demons. In time, though, demonic peer pressure prevailed and Adam became a “proper” demon as any shred of humanity became suppressed.
Time went by and the demon met an angel in a warehouse-like setting, being tortured. The true form of the angel was dim, and fading fast. Angelic true forms are disgusting and hideous to demons, and the reverse is true for angels. Adam, however, found this particular angel adorable and was distressed about how close to death this cute being was. So in a fit of humanity, the demon stole the angel (whom he later found out was quite adept at stealing himself). The angel’s name? Samandriel.
“Adam?”
The demon looks over at the angel he is currently curled into, “yeah?”
Samandriel grins at the groggy tone. Demon or not, Adam loves sleep. “What are you thinking about?”
“Thinkin’ ‘bout you.” Samandriel blushes and Adam puts his head in his angel’s lap, “Thinking about how you make me feel human.”
Samandriel runs his fingers through Adam’s hair, “you were never just a demon to me.”