Michael died a sinner.
He was born to steal and pickpocket, he was raised to fight when cornered, and he learned to love the feeling of getting high.
All those things led him to hell, the place where lost souls go to be tortured for eternity. But that was the thing; the word 'tortured' was used lightly. Instead of burning in hell fire, Michael was reincarnated as a demon and was sentenced to wreck havoc on humans in the nuetral realm aka Earth.
His job was to be the bad side of someone's conscious, telling the assigned human to do the wrong (but fun) thing. Michael was forced to send people to jail, or worse, to their death.
Michael learned a long time ago that being numb was in the best interest for him, so he didn't mind the death and destruction. However, somethings (or some people) irked him to no end; and maybe that was his torture for all of eternity - to be forever irritated by three angels that loved to harass him.
They looked at him as if he was their prey, and they spoke to him like he was a four year old. Michael hated it. He hated it more than that one time he kissed a girl on the cheek. He simply did not do physical contact, and he was constantly made fun of by demons and angels alike because of his lack of sexual experiences.
Weren't angels supposed to be pure and kind-hearted? Yeah, Michael thought so too before he met three angels who sure as hell did not belong in heaven.
"Hey, angel," Calum greeted from Joe's, their assigned human for today, right shoulder. "How was your night in hell?"
Michael grumbled under his breath. He was a fucking demon, not an angel! Michael pointed to his horns. "See these? These horns protruding from my forehead indicate I am a demon from the very depths of hell! I am not an angel for the thousandth time!"
Calum only laughed as he leaned against Joe's ear. "Angel, I don't know how you became a demon or how I became an angel, but we both know that those were two out of four mistakes made by the fates."
Michael already knew what the other two mistakes were: Luke and Ashton. "I also have no soul so how would I be a fucking angel, you stupid, winged bitch!"
"Language, angel," Calum reprimanded the agitated demon on Joe's left shoulder, said red-haired demon glaring holes in the side of Calum's face. "Naughty words coming from an innocent boy doesn't sit right. You know bad boys get spanked, don't you?"
Michael yelled in frustration before he started to ignore the angel. "Alright, Joe," He began to get on with his mission, so he could go home and curse Calum's existence. "Just reach your hand inside and take it. No one will ever know it was you."
Michael cheered, spurring Joe's hand on as he reached inside an elderly woman's purse. That is until Calum mumbled an "oh shit" and intervened. "Joe, stop what you are doing right now! Your mother taught you better than that. Is that really how you want to repay her memory. . . by stealing from poor, old ladies?"
Michael cursed under his breath. "But how else will you get the money? No one will give you a job!"
Calum and Michael went back and forth, trying to persuade Joe. By the time Joe decided with Michael, the old woman was out of sight. By default, Calum had won, and Joe was in God's good graces. "Wait up, angel!" Calum called after Michael took off from Joe's shoulder.
Michael looked at his own jagged, leather-y bat-like wings, then at Calum's soft, white, feather-y ones. He rolled his eyes when Calum caught him staring. "Leave me alone!"
He flew away faster, heading for the portal to hell that was located in a haunted mansion on top of a hill that overlooked the city below; that city was his city to ruin. Every demon was designated a city to trash, and Widow's Creek was Michael's (and Calum's and Ashton's and Luke's).
"Angel, don't go so soon. We should hang out for a while," Calum said as he flew in front of Michael, the demon smacking into the angel and sending the both of them plummeting to the ground. They landed with a hard thud, Michael on top of Calum, his face mashed into the angel's warm chest. "I guess that's one way to make you fall for me."
Michael groaned at the cheesy joke, lifting his body in the air with a pump of his wings. Flowers and grass flattenened to the ground from the strong gust of wind created by Michael's bony yet muscled wings. Michael could not flutter his wings like a bumble bee or a hummingbird; they weren't built for rapid movement or cute things.
Calum could, and Michael watched as the angel did just that: fluttered his wings to meet face to face with Michael. "I don't want to spend time with you, Calum."
"Come on, angel," Calum whined, pulling the red-haired demon closer by his soft and supple hips. "Don't be like that."
Michael used his claws to remove Calum's hands from his hips, shuddering from where he hovered above the ground from physical contact. It made him feel weird; the feeling of someone's fingers against his skin made Michael scared and feel things when he should be numb.
An angel's touch was worse; their touch made Michael feel light and warm and safe and invigorated. An angel's touch should technically burn a demon's skin, but Michael didn't feel burned, he felt warmth inside of his chest. And Michael did not like that; it made him uncomfortable.
With one last glare, Michael shot into the sky, soaring above tree tops to go to the mansion. It was haunted and dilapidated and scary - just the way Michael preferred it.
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I have already fallen in love with this fic, and I hope you do, too.
