Michael and Y/N have been best friends ever since they were little kids who lived across the street from each other. When they were a bit older and found out who they really were, their friendship grew even stronger. You might think that it's impossible for the Antichrist and a literal angel to have any kind of friendship with one another, but that's where you're wrong. You see, they make the perfect balance. Everyone who's evil has something good in them. And everyone who's good has something evil in them. The trick is to find the perfect balance between the two of them. Michael and Y/N succeeded in finding that balance. Even though there were some complications here and there because of their differences and because of the rules between the angels and the demons they couldn't be separated. The demon and the angel were bound together by something they couldn't see. But when something happened to the angel, the demon suddenly understood everything that he had been blind to until then.
Michael was walking down the awfully white hallway. His eyes were gliding across the different doors on his right side. Michael could see the sick patients laying in their beds while staring up at their ceilings or sitting lifelessly in their chairs while staring out the window. He could feel their fear and smell their desperation for the sweet release of death. Michael quickened up his pace as he started to feel a bit sick. Normally he enjoyed the feeling of people's fear, but this time it was different. She was here too and he hated everything that caused pain or fear to her. Michael had reached the end of the hallway and entered the closed off doors with a simply wave of his hand.
As soon as Michael stepped inside he got stopped by a nurse as he turned around the corner. "Excuse me sir, how did you get in? she asked as she blocked his path. Michael ignored the nurse and tried to walk around her. "I'm sorry sir but this is a closed wing, I need you to turn around or else I have to call in the security" the nurse said as she laid her hand on Michael's shoulder. Michael stopped and looked at the nurse. His eyes glided down to her nametag and then returned to her eyes. "Denise, you will step aside, let me pass and you won't call in the security" he simply stated. The nurse blinked, nodded and stepped aside without any hesitation. Michael walked past the woman and entered the closed hospital wing.
When another nurse tried to stop him he just simply waved his hand and the nurse seemed to instantly forget about him. After a few meters Michael reached the little reception and looked at the lady sitting behind the desk. "Where's Y/N L/N?" Michael asked sternly. The receptionist lady looked up and wanted to ask Michael why he was here. But Michael interrupted her quickly. "Where's Y/N L/N?" Michael asked again. "Miss L/N is as the end of the left hallway in room 666" the lady responded. Michael couldn't help but smile a little "How ironic" he softly said to himself. The smile soon retracted as he reminded himself of the reason that she was in there.
Michael walked away from the desk and made his way down to towards the left hallway. As he entered the left hallway he started to count down the numbers of the rooms. 655....656.... 657....658....The closer he got to room 666 the quicker he started to walk. 663....664....665... Michael could feel his heart drop a bit as he laid his eyes on the sign. 666..... Michael could see the name tag underneath the room number. -Y/N L/N - . Even though he didn't know in what state he would find her, but he had to make sure that he she was okay.
Michael grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened with a soft click. As soon as the door opened the beeping sound of a heart monitor pierced his ears. He pushed the door further open. His eyes glided over the boring, ugly floor until they reached the wheels of the hospital bed. Michael let his eyes climb up the wheels, over the board until he saw the outlines of her legs laying underneath the blankets. He hesitated for a second but soon moved his eyes further up. He followed the outline of her legs and her hips until he saw her pale hands laying on top of the blanket. They looked incredibly pale and in one of them he could see a needle that clearly was an IV. He let his eyes glide further up. Her pale arms were covered in painful looking bruises. Michael moved up to her chest and watched it slowly rise and fall. When he looked at her face his heart dropped.
