Michael went back to the beach. It was unintentional, but he was there anyway. He landed in the soft sand, trying not to think about what happened the night before.
Michael was a demon - three angels should not have been such a problem for him. Yet, he showed weakness by letting them touch him and whisper sweetly in his ear.
There had been fleeting touches, small brushes of their heavenly fingertips against his skin. Their words were soothing and cool, everything a demon should despise. Michael made a terrible demon; he was too soft around those devious angels!
Michael kicked at the sand, infuriated. He wanted to wreck havoc on his town.
~.~.~.
Michael hadn't done this since he was a human, and it felt different as a demon. Everything was duller, his black eyes hidden behind drooped eyes. The joint had burned out ten minutes ago, his mind deep in thought about the man before him.
Michael should tell him to kill someone; the demon could hear the man's thoughts - he had been thinking about it for a long time - and a little push could go a long way.
The demon flicked the ashes away, standing behind the man to whisper in his ears. "Do it. See him now? He's perfectly oblivious; do it!"
Suddenly, Luke appeared. Of all the angels, Michael loathed Luke most of all. "Don't do it, Dennis. Go home."
"Luke, go away! I have a job to do. . ."
"Oh, angel, you look so very beautiful, all doey-eyed and calm. But how could you smoke without us? You're not a lonely creature anymore."
Michael sighed, ignoring the angel. "Dennis, not so loud! Take careful steps to sneak up behind him."
It was like Michael was Dennis' thoughts, illustrating each move he was to make. It was an art to the demon, for wrecking havoc was no easy task.
Suddenly, Luke grabbed Michael and took off in the air. The demon was astonished, struggling to free himself. The pesky angel had taken care to cage Michael's thin, jagged wings.
The demon growled, showing off his sharp canines. "You can't do that! Let me go!"
"Please don't do this."
Luke's voice was pained, and Michael felt. . . strange.
"You know what I am, what I do," Michael spat, glaring into watery blue eyes. His resolve was breaking with each passing second. "Why are you doing this?"
"Angel," Luke kissed Michael then, the demon absolutely aching everywhere, but he enjoyed the pain. It made him feel human again - the unbearable warmth that seemed to radiate from the inside out made him feel.
Michael was burning.
The demon's eyes closed, hands fisting the blonde hair and keeping Luke as close to him as possible. He was becoming wrecked, strength leaving his body with every gulp of air Luke stole and sins washing away with each brush of Luke's thumb against his cheek.
"No more," Michael breathed, heaving and practically limp in the angel's arms.
"I know very well who you are," Luke began. "That's why we are infatuated with you. Why you're a god damn angel - more so than all of us combined."
