Our younger brother always talks to me about how much he admires you.” Flames rushed his face, and Lucifer nearly screamed, ‘Be silent, Phanuel! Be silent! Be silent!’ “Oh?” Michael was smirking and quirking a brow. “He does? What does he say?” Phanuel opened his mouth before his gaze flickered to the younger brother in question, who was looking at him, desperate, nearly trembling as he tried to tell him wordlessly to close his mouth and leave. Phanuel blinked, and he laughed, “You can ask him yourself.” He put his hand on the door. “But hey, Lucifer! Thank you for the bread! And make sure to
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