Lucifer thought of the time that had passed — years he’d spent waiting to meet Michael, in inexplicable and desperate longing. There was something so inevitable about this, as if he’d seen it coming, as if angels could really taste, just a little, omniscience. “When may I see you again? I want to see you again soon.” Michael was radiant against the forever brilliance of Heaven. “Not long. I’ll find you. And if I’m told to take to the stars again, I’ll just take you with me.”
STOPPPP OMG
