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‘ If no one comes to pick this thing in two seconds I will crush it like the insect it is under my boot.

One....’

i would

digits quickly button his shirt “ by blaming it on the dog , brimsley? ” as the dog sits obediently, he aids the other , after fixing his attire. broomstick sweeps up shattered glass “ or you could be honest and let them know your carnivorous appetite has taken over , especially considering the even days of the king and queen. ”

But she kept trying to get me to take the dogs on a walk with her, which yeah fine sounds fun, except we live on a dirt road and it was muddy as hell the whole time I was there and I'm not about that life

also giving them baths is An Ordeal and at least one of them would have needed it after that walk. look we played in the yard instead, they weren't languishing inside or anything

anyways I do feel a little bad because my shitty mood just grew all week and I'm sure I seemed like a raging bitch on saturday. But also no one likes a person who constantly has a criticism for every thing you say or do

But what could Lucifer know. He didn't know what it was like to feel the pressure of having to be Mr. Perfect. He didn't understand what it was like to be terrified of his feelings, of anyone ever finding out about his crush because then everything would be over. He had no idea and instead of asking, instead of trying to understand, he was yelling at Michael, he was making him seem insane when he was just scared. The one thing that was for Michael to say, to express, to figure out had been ripped from his hands by some school idiots and ripped to pieces. It was his thing to explain, whenever he wanted and however he wanted and to whoever he wanted. Lucifer didn't get to be mad because Michael hadn't figured it all out.

"You are such an asshole!" Michael snapped, hands curled up into fists. It was Michael who was looking down to the edge of a cliff and Lucifer was trying to what? Push him? Because he needed to know. He needed answers. He needed to know about Michael's life and choices and secrets. "This is not about you! None of it is about you, as much as you want to make it so" He yelled. He was gonna go back home and deal with this, even if he didn't want to, even if he was not ready, because Lucifer wanted to, because Lucifer was sad. "And this is not about being tough or mature or wanting to protect you! I am scared, Lucifer and it's about me! For once it's about just me! But you are too busy being a selfish asshole to realize that I am terrified and this could destroy my fucking life!" Michael's emotions were going through a roller coaster and he couldn't go back home to prepare dinner and do laundry and pretend everything was fine. He couldn't wait for dad and do his homework and get the boys ready for bed by eight. "You go back home. You make dinner, you keep the house together, big brother" He said the last two words in a mocking tone. "I'm leaving."

Before Lucifer could say anything, Michael turned around and left, without shoes, without his phone, without making sure everyone was okay at home.

When Michael raised his voice made Lucifer turn around, eyebrows raising in surprise and wouldn't deny that his heart gave a little jump, like a flinch.

How was he doing it about himself? He wanted to talk and fucking Michael just left! Lucifer's anger grew more and his frustration out of not understanding quite what was happening, and the fear of not knowing what was going to happen, the not knowing what any of this meant.

His heart dropped to his stomach when Michael talked in singular and almost in slowmotion he saw him turn around to get further from him. Lucifer shouted a NO! with an arm reaching out for him but not catching him.

But why would he stop Michael? Besides the fact that it was late and where would he go?

Michael is smart...- He tried to repeat himself as he took one step back, and another one.

Was he really going to not go after him?

The boy clenched his jaw and looked down. "FUCK!" He cursed and turned aroudn to head back home.

There were questions from their siblings, where was Michael? What had happened? What was the yelling about?

Only the other two older ones could get an idea as accurate as just some fight about school stuff, but nothing more.

There were crossed glances between them and symphatetic looks for everyone. The younger ones confused and a bit nervous about the whole aura tho not understanding any of the reasons Lucifer tried to tell them. Michael needed some time for what?

The clock hit nine o'clock and the front door opened. The younger kids had fallen asleep in one single room as Raphael had read them to sleep and him and Gabriel were now at Gabriel's room, lights off just in case. The house was quiet, dirty cereal dishes in the sink and homework somewhat done.

Adonai's steps echoed through the silence as he left his coat and keys in his office.

"Michael?" He looked into the dinning room and then headed to the living room. "Michael?"

"He's at a friend's." Lucifer replied, sitting on the large sofa and scrolling through his phone.

"He didn't say anything."

"His friend needed help with something. I told him I would let you know."

Adonai frowned, unbuttoning the fists of his shirt and rolling it up neatly. "Since when you decide what happens? He knows he has to let me know where he is or where any of you are. What's up with that friend? Do we have to pick him up later?"

"It was an emergency dad." He pressed his lips together and turned to look up at his father, not answering any of the questions left.

"Look what you did to your face." He grabbed Lucifer's jaw tightly to force his head up so he could look better at the bruise. "What the fuck where you thinking Luce? Huh? That I had a free day today? That my day needed a bit of spice? I'm in the middle of a meeting and your damned school calls me for what? HUH?! For you acting stupid? Like some animal?!" He pushes his face and Lucifer simply let's it happen, his body falling back against the cushions of the sofa.

"Wasn't I supposed to defend my honor father? I thought you'd be happy that I know how to use my fists. I got it from you."

Adonai huffed and smacked Lucifer's face with the back of his hand. "You don't get to be a little shit today. You're on the red zone. That face is going to be in everyone's mouth and for what Lucifer?!"

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep his breathing steady. "Your dinner is in the microwave."

Adonai losened his tie and took out his phone to check if he had any message from Michael. "Tell me if we have to pick Michael up later at his friend's."

G O D has lost His last Archangel

It felt like a tug to His core. A poisonous claw that tore and forced it's way deep within Him to rip a chunk of His essence. Adonai held firmly the back of His throne to stay steady, the feeling of a cold sweat that wanted to form on His forehead but never arrived, it was nauseating.

His eyes were glowing with grace as He searched in His omnipresence for the source of the problem. He could tell the second of the first tug who it was but couldn't understand why or exactly what was happening. A curse in a very old language left His mouth, a curse to Fate and Life as He was growing tired of being their play thing.

He took a deep breath and teleported to where Michael was but it was too late, He saw His prince being pulled down and claimed by the evil forces in the Universe.

"Michael!" He shouted and rushed to try and grab him, threads of His grace launched at the Archangel but backed off by his now changed and darknened essence. Adonai shouted the Archangel's name louder this time.

No... Now he was untouchable for Him. There was no way He could exist around His prince without turning him into ashes, without hurting him or worse.