“But I’ve missed you! Tell me how your days have been.” Baal put his arm over Lucifer, the way Michael always did; ‘I can see why he’s constantly got his hands on your body; something feels pleasant about it, about just having you. I want to tell you that, but maybe Michael has already said it.’ Baal felt his jaw tense at the thought of that archangel, who ate away at Lucifer’s time, took and gathered it all in his fists like it belonged to him.
Not loving your vibe baal
