“And how worse it must be to think that of yourself.” Something in Lucifer’s chest was shattering, but slow — a carnivorous, pulsing ache. “So,” Michael continued, a grin taking his mouth, “I’ve decided to help you. From now on, I’ll carry some of your burden. Give half your beauty to me, Lucifer, and stare at me all that you wish.” Just like that, the tension coiling Lucifer’s muscles stuttered, then unraveled itself; the younger angel laughed quietly. “Go ahead. I’ll do a twirl, if you like.”
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