The Silver Rose(Rose X Male Reader)

One More Time...

3rd pov

The scene opens up with Y/n sitting by a wall, his back laying against the wall as he looked at the metal pipe in his hand. They were back in the office room, still small, but safe. Rose went over to y/n, and shakes his arm, finally getting his attention.

Rose: "hey, are you ok? I've been calling your name for a while now"

Y/n:*looking at her* "...I moved metal"

Rose: "i-i know, I saw... how did you do that?"

Y/n:*looking down* "I don't know, I mean, I've always had a talent for working with metal, but moving it without me touching it, that's new to me..."

Michael:*making them look to the side as his words appear on the carpet* "do you know who you're dad is?"

Y/n: "my dad? Heh, no, that guy is just as mystery to me as my mom is, even more so because at least I could remember my mom's face... but, I know I have his eye I remember my mom's eyes, blue as the sky, my yellow eyes, they come from my father"

Michael: "...hold on, I have someone else here, another angel, he wants to talk to you, only you"

Y/n looks at the words confused and looks to Rose, she shrugs and and y/n stands up to walk away from them. In the background he can hear Rose complaining about this whole mission, he sighs and keeps walking until he can't hear her. Once far enough, he sits back down on the ground and waits. Sure enough, new words appear on the ground, and unlike Michael's gold words, these were silver in color.

Angel?: "well, would ya look at you!.... Grown into a fine man you have!"

Y/n: "heh, a southern angel, huh?"

Angel: "im no angel, I fell a long time ago to be called that"

Y/n: "so a fallen angel?"

Angel: "sure, let's go with that"

Y/n: "then how about lucifer?"

Angel: "king of the underworld?"

Y/n: "you don't like it?"

Lucifer: "I love it! Call me that, for now"

Y/n: "great!... do you know, my parents? I mean, according to rose, anything around the village should be a memory here. I know my mom might not be here since she didn't die anywhere close to here, but maybe my dad?"

Lucifer: "oh boy, do I know your dad!"

Y/n: "you know him? What was he like?"

Lucifer: "well, he's a lot like me, boy, I don't think you'll like hearing stories of a devil"

Y/n: "...my mom spent all her energy in trying to protect me, get me to safety, if someone as kind as that loved a devil, then that devil was probably good inside, deep, deep, deep down inside"

Lucifer: "...you got a good heart, boy, I respect that... you're already a better man then your pops ever could be"

Y/n: "thanks, I guess..."

Lucifer: "... you know, that power of yours, that's your pops power"

Y/n: "really...*smiles* so it's like he's protecting me, even now"

Lucifer: "...do you hate him, for leaving?"

Y/n: "I can't, I've never met the guy, not even through stories"

Lucifer: "...I want to show you something, hold still"

He looks at the words in confusion before blinking and now he's seated in Heisenbergs factory. He was sitting in the middle of the room, now normal size, and he looked be not in the main factory area, but the entrance room instead, the shack, if you will. Here, he saw several different pictures with red letters around them pinned to a bulletin board.