Michael rolled his all black eyes, the dark color glinting under the sunshine. His rosy cheeks paled as he stood up, irritation clear as day on his face. "Don't be stupid," He said. "I'm leaving."
The three angels chuckled, looking at each other before their gazes landed directly on Michael. The demon fidgeted under their intense stare, hesitant to fly away or even move. "Angel," Luke smirked, stepping closer to the tiny, red haired demon who took a tentative step back. "Come here."
Michael shook his head, taking more steps back the closer Luke got. He only had so much cloud left, so naturally, he fell off the cloud, air rushing around him as he descended to the ground. Michael was frozen however, not quite expecting to have fallen, his wings curled around his body like a cocoon. He wouldn't die if he hit the ground, but it would hurt, just a tiny bit.
Realization slowly dawning on him, a silent scream left his mouth as his eyes closed shut in anticipation of hard impact. However, instead of hard impact, he fell into a warm body.
"We won't let you fall, angel," Luke whispered gruffly, arms tightly wound just under his bum.
"Fuck off, Luke," Michael growled, fangs baring as his pure black eyes narrowed. "And let me go! I want to go home!"
"I wouldn't really call that a home, angel, baby," Ashton spoke up from behind Michael. "Just come chill with us, yeah?"
Michael childishly mocked Ashton as he talked, Luke still holding him despite Michael's kick to the angel's shin. God, Michael was so tiny compared to the three angels, him being at least a foot shorter. He hated it because how the fuck is a demon supposed to be intimidating if he looked like a demon chibi?
Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Luke still won't let him go, and Ashton kept on rambling about how his home is with them, and Calum. . . well, Michael doesn't actually know where Calum is.
"Please, let me go. . ." Michael pushed through closed teeth, feeling even more humiliated by the fact he resorted to using polite manners with these three. . . these three devils!
Luke and Ashton looked at him in surprise. Michael felt his cheeks get hot - like hotter than David Beckham. HolyshitIneedtoleavenow, raced in Michael's head as he caught a glimpse of Calum flying towards them through the clouds.
Finally gaining a bit of strength, Michael flapped his wings, forcing himself from Luke's grip. The demon quickly darted to the ground, weaving between trees. Stupidly, he looked behind him to see if they were following him (as usual, they were. Why did Michael even bother checking?) and crashed into the trunk of a tree. Ouch.
Michael groaned, eyes shut as he fell to the forest floor, leaves crunching under his weight. It didn't actually hurt much, nothing did anymore, but it still inconvenienced him because now, the angels were circling his body like vultures do their prey. Lucifer must be laughing from his throne below, watching Michael be tortured by angels - of all the fucking things it could have been that sent this demon mad, it had to be Luke, Calum, and Ashton!
If a demon cries, and it can't (or won't), it is believed that it would cry black tears - a sinister mixture of demon venom and pieces of their heart (not that they act like they have one, but they do. pesky little organ. . .) If touched, the skin will break out in blisters and fall off within the span of ten seconds. So, as Michael laid there, pretending to be dead (he didn't quite know why he was pretending - maybe it was a secret wish of his), he willed himself to cry. Nothing. Fuck. How was Michael supposed to escape now?
He heard leaves crunch, wings fluttering, and the unmistakable voice of Calum. "What the hell did I miss?"
Michael stuck his tongue out, mouth wide open as he continued to play dead. Eat me alive for all I care, Michael thought. But just leave me alone afterwards!
They laughed - it sounded like torture to Michael. "Angel, what the hell are you doing? If you think we are dumb enough to think you are dead, you hurt our feelings and insult our intelligence," Luke said, bending down to brush Michael's fringe from his forehead. Michael knew he cut Luke's hand with his horns when he felt wetness drip onto his eyelids.
Okay, so maybe his horns were kind of small for a demon's, and they blended well into his hair, but they were sharp as hell. And well, Michael smiled because he was proud of them, and he wiped the blood from his eyelids with his pointer finger and stuck it in his mouth. Opening his eyes, he saw Luke gulp, the angel's blue eyes fixated on his mouth. Michael blushed, turning away from him and using his other hand to push himself up on shaky legs.
Two fractured ribs, a broken femur, and his pelvic bone crushed. It took about four seconds for Michael to heal. Still, he had a limp leg. He would have to rest easy for a day or two.
"Your blood tastes awful. Too sweet for me," Michael spat out a glob of red spit, the twigs it covered sizzling. Angel blood was toxic, but Michael wanted to taste it anyway. Terrible idea. It was like pouring pure sugar into his mouth. Bleh.
Instantly, the demon was gathered into Calum's arms. "You're hurt. We'll take care of you," Calum proposed, dashing into the sky above. Luke and Ashton followed shortly, bursting out of the tree tops.
What they planned to do with him, Michael had no idea. The tingles he had experienced all day from their touch wore him out. So despite not knowing where he is being taken to now, he closed his eyes and let himself sleep.
