Chapter 3

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Michael stepped out of the car with a sigh, but whether it was over the upcoming stress of the next few months or in relief that Lucifer's choice of music had finally been silenced he wasn't sure. It's not that anything was particularly wrong with Metallica, Michael just preferred it not being blasted in his car for eight hours straight, because of course Lucifer had a tape. Well, he actually had nine of them, hidden who knows where (because once again, Michael was lost). Or at least he claimed to. Michael only saw two of the rumored nine.

"We'll come back out and get the bags later," Michael said, looking at Lucifer from over the roof of his car. Lucifer nodded, a smirk taking over his face. "Let's raise some hell."

"Well, you do rule the place, Satan."

Lucifer threw back his head and laughed, wiping a probably fake tear from the corner of his eye. "After you, Mikey."

"Mikey?" Michael asked, shaking his head in distaste, but walking to the door of his parents' house nevertheless. "Okay, now I know you're only here to wreak havoc, but don't go overboard alright? No plotting murder."

The blonde snorted, following Michael to the door, "Of course not, honey."

Michael groaned, this was going to be a very long three months.

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