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[andrew_angel]

I need to speak to Michael. He has been distracted these past few weeks, and I understand, but I feel he holds the missing piece of the puzzle.

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[lu_cif_er]

The council have kept him locked away for too long. I want my revenge on Gabriel and am not going to get it if he is kept in their dungeons. I feel they need a little push to get things moving and I intend to convince Michael to give that push. He owes me. Ancient courtesies be damned.

I stop outside his office and see movement inside but it is not Michael's shadow I see through the glass. It is Andrew. The beautiful one, but then aren't they all. I feel his attraction to me when he faces me at council. That attraction is not unusual and I love to feed him images to provoke his lust. I do it to all of them, he is nothing special, just another righteous angel one step away from my world.

My hate surges forward and I have visions of his flesh burning under my touch. Such beauty deserves to burn.

I am curious though as to what he is doing in Michael's office.

I step through the door. "Hello Andrew." I glance around. "I see you are all alone. The blessed one stepped out for a minute has he?"

[andrew_angel]

I look him in the eyes trying once again to read him, but it only gets me so far, and nothing I haven't already seen.

Sitting in Micheal's chair I lean back and smile, "Would seem so. Perhaps there is something I can help you with Lucifer."

[lu_cif_er]

I grin. Once again he did not get far. It must be very frustrating for him. I feel his constant curiosity. "As a matter of fact there is."

I hop up onto Micheal's desk then sit on the edge of it facing him, my legs either side of his chair. With my mind I send him an image of himself spread out over this desk and me with my cock up his ass. "Give yourself to me. Let me play with you. I am bored."

[andrew_angel]

I gasp at the vision then push myself away from him and stand. My knees feel weak and my heart is racing. Damn him! He is always doing that, but this time he was so close...

I take a few deep breaths and swallow to calm myself. Opening my eyes I smile at him, "You do enjoy your powers don't you Lucifer?"

He smiles and his eyes penetrate making my knees feel even more weak. I look away then back, "Speaking of your powers Lucifer," I decide the direct approach, "how is it you are alive and not a stain under the Creator's heel?"

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

I step out of the ether and into my blackened office. That was a close one. I see by the damage around me that Lucifer's reflexes are still good.

I move to my filing cabinet which is all melted down one side and yank open the drawer. I wonder what Andrew was looking for in here, and what is his game with Lucifer. Whatever it is he is playing dangerously. Bringing up the past with him is not a good move. Using old magic on him so openly not very smart.

I think it is time we had a chat. I look to the ether and call him. "Andrew come forthwith!"

[andrew_angel]

Thankfully I took the elixir to repel spells before coming to Council this morning; or I believe I would be writhing around on the floor drowning in my lust for Lucifer.

I hear the call and step out of the ether into his office. Having watched Lucifer destroy his office along with the powder I worked so hard to obtain has me in a rather foul mood.

"Is this what it takes to get an audience with you?"

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

I eye him. "Drop the attitude Andrew. Remember who it is you address in such a tone." I walk around him noticing a shadow behind him. "I would not be so cocky if I were you. Seems you really have managed to piss Lucifer off. He has attached a temptation demon to you."

I stop back in front of him. "I would remove it from you but after what you have done to my office I'm not sure if I should!"

[andrew_angel]

I turn and look at him, then I hear it. Him - Lucifer. Whispers words I long to hear from him. Shaking my head I shiver as I listen to the whispers. "No, no, no."

I cover my ears, but I still hear him. "Michael, please! I will not last long with this, please I beg of you."

[andrew_angel]

To be used as an example by the one you love - no wonder Lucifer has so much hate inside him. Everything and everyone associated with the Creator must - well yes, does make his blood boil.

"What exactly did the Creator think would be accomplished by putting Lucifer in charge of Hell?"

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

I huff out a laugh. "What he was thinking I do not know but he never put Lucifer in charge of hell. Lucifer's own hatred did. That kind of negative energy is extremely powerful Andrew. One can drown in it so easily."

I shake my head sadly. "The Lucifer I knew is a long distant memory. Like so many others."

[andrew_angel]

When he mentions the Lucifer of the past I brighten up and smile. "Tell me about him. I've read some records where he is mentioned and he came across as loving."

I want to know that Lucifer. I want to make the Lucifer we all know now loving again.

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

Now the conversation has reached a point where it is uncomfortable for me. I stand and move to the ruined remains of my desk and rub my hand over it then look at the blackness on my fingers. What Lucifer inspired in those who loved him leaves the same in my soul, a blackness, a hole, something missing. "Some things are best left to memories."

[m1ch43l_t]

I stop just outside the office as an angel walks out and nods hello to me. I nod then look into the office. Whoa, some major action happened here.

Walking closer to the door I knock softly, "Um excuse me - Michael? I was sent here for training."

He turns around and his beauty takes my breath away. I know the arch angels are perfect, but he is just wow. I smile and hold out my hand, "I'm Michael. Just got my wings so to say and was told to report to you."

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

My conversation with Andrew has sent my mood to the bottom of the pit, such hope in his heart, and mine is spent, gone. It is times like this I feel my age and don't much like it.

Um excuse me - Michael? I was sent here for training.

I turn and look at him, and his outstretched hand, my mood not really one to be dealing with anyone else today. "Well it's no surprise I wasn't told about you..." Then I catch my rudeness and reach out taking his hand. "Forgive my rudeness. It's been a busy day."

[m1ch43l_t]

When he takes my hand, I gasp softly. I suppose shaking hands with an arch angel is what cause the spark I feel. Smiling I look into his eyes and feel something akin to being star struck. But he seems annoyed.

"Should I come back another time? They said you were the only one that could train me..."

I knew they seemed wishy washy when they gave me my instructions! Stupid powers. As if on cue I grab my head and close my eyes. So many voices! I know I know!

"They are lining up, wanting to know if it is their time, they say they are ready!"

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

I sigh deeply knowing I have to push my own troubles back. "Patience, just..." I lift my hands and take his head in them looking in his eyes. "Don't listen, don't think..."

I know how overwhelming it can be at first and I stroke his cheek to reassure him. "Just let the voices be, they will answer themselves." I move my hand under his chin. "Your soul will know when it needs to intervene. Only then do you need to listen."

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

I jerk back almost instantly, stumbling in a kind of shock. My thoughts are of home, my safe place, and the action jolts me through the ether to there. I find myself staring at the wall in my bedroom with him still clinging to me but now he is looking up at me and it's too much, way too much.

I try to pull my hand out of his grasp and attempt at the same time to push him away.

[m1ch43l_t]

Why he is pushing me away? I don;t understand what I've done, but I can't let him go.

"Michael? What's wrong? What did I do? Please - I ..."

I look around and the feeling of calm is back. This place... I let his hand slip from mine as I look around, "Oh Michael - this is your home? Feels so good."

Moving to the lounge I bend down and run my hands along the soft blue chair. Closing my eyes I feel the peace come over me. I sit and open my eyes looking at the floor. I smile and look up at him, "Your own heaven?"

[th3_13ft_h4nd]

As soon as he lets go of me I miss the touch. It was so overwhelming but now it is gone my body aches for it to come back. The pain is intense. I watch him so innocently stroke his hand over my furniture and smiles, he has no idea what he has done to me.

He talks of peace and heaven and I have not felt that for so long. I have felt nothing but sadness and pain. I have no business trying to be strong for him. I feel so weak and alone and exposed for it.

I head for somewhere that I can get away from him, the bathroom. I slam the door behind me and lean against the sink clenching my fingers on the porcelain taking great lungfuls of air. It hurts so much. In this moment I hate Gaspard for leaving me like this. He is off living his life, loving again, and I am left to this emptiness inside. I don't want it and I hate it.

[m1ch43l_t]

I frown as he walks away and slams the door. What the hell did I do this time? He really doesn't want me here. I feel the pain and look around wishing I could stay here.

My loneliness echos inside my head and the pain envelopes me again. I can hear the voices again, but I can keep them at bay except for one. I listen to it and sense it's need to pass through.

Closing my eyes on concentrate on it and let it's essence surround me. I smile at the pureness of it and let it pass through me. Opening my eyes I am gasping for breath.

I try to stand but am too weak. I want to cry out for Michael, but I must do this on my own. I have to learn to live this way.