Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 35

Michael walked alongside Lucifer and they paused when the hallways split, both Alpha's stopped.
Lucifer looked at Michael and wet his lips before he spoke
"Why did someone challenge you for the throne." It wasn't in the form of a question, as Lucifer already knew why.

Michael frowned and avoided Lucifer's amber gaze
"It does not matter." The Prince replied simply to which Lucifer growled

"It's because of me is it not? Because they assume you, an Alpha Archangel and Prince, may or may not have feelings for a-a rude, arrogant, selfish Alpha General that was raised in Hell. I am nothing. Whomever challenged you should know that-" Lucifer paused and in a quick instinct that was embedded in his very bones said something irrational and hasty "He should know that the only thing between us is professionalism. If this means I cannot be a friend to you, so be it." Lucifer narrowed his eyes "I hope they know the only feelings I have for you, are Platonic." The words hurt like knives as they left Lucifer's lips.

It would of convinced Michael, if Lucifer's voice had not tempered out into a whisper, his face was set in a glare, but Michael noted the tears glossing over the amber eyes of the General.
Michael knew that Lucifer didn't mean a word, but it didn't seem to stop Michael's frown
"You're tired. Why I was challenged doesn't matter."

Lucifer shook his head and wanted to hug Michael but didn't.
"Good night Michael. I'm sorry I have complicated your future." He mumbled as he headed down the hall opposite of the Prince.

Michael wanted to say something, but his tongue and lips would not move.
With a mumbled good night Michael turned to head down to his own room, he paused outside Castiel's door and felt as if he should knock, but didn't for fear of not wanting to wake him.
Entering his own room Michael closed the door and slid down it into the floor. His wings flopped their pure white feathers onto the marble floor, limp and unmoving as Michael rested his head back on to smooth door.

His mind wandered back to dinner, and the things Raphael had said.
How could his own brother say that? How could an Archangel that he had grown up with, helped care for, helped raise, say such a horrible thing?
Challenging him for the crown?
Michael hiccuped and it startled him. A warm wet tear slid down his neck and he realized he was crying, hands lay limp in his lap, legs out and wings askew.
Crying.

Maybe he was weak.
Maybe he wasn't fit to rule.
The idea that Raphael's words may be true hit him hard like a knife to the heart.
His brother's words hurt.
His head hurt.
His heart hurt.
Loving Lucifer hurt.
Seeing Lucifer in pain hurt.
Michael sniffed and wiped his cheeks with his hands as he blinked a few times, but the tears kept coming and the hurt just got worse. In addition to all of this there was still the ever present Dean problem.

Everything going on was just taring the Alpha apart. After a few moments he drew his knees to his chest and his six pure white and shimmering wings wrapped around his body, his face buried in his knees.
The sobbing did not come necessarily quietly, intact they sounded pitiful as they ripped themselves from Michael's throat, shaking shoulders and wings. The moonlight filtered through the curtains and as Michael finally had no tears left to cry he made his way slowly to the window.
The sky was beautiful and the moon was bright, the waves lazily nipped at the sand like a teasing lover, the moon reflecting over the earth made the water and sand shimmer beautifully.

What caught Michael's eye were the two figures walking side by side on the sand, one was no doubt Castiel. Michael would recognize the shimmer of midnight and the way the stars reflected off that set of wings.
The other person was obviously human judging by no shadow of wings or horns. Slightly taller than Castiel and of a bit of a broader build, Michael knew it was Dean. This was confirmed by their scents mingling on the wind, mingling perfectly in a balance of Vanilla Coffee.
Something clicked in Michael's moment at the sight, suddenly the two went to their knees in the sand and Castiel's big beautiful black wings wrapped around then cocooning the two in quiet darkness. Michael smiled sadly and held onto the railing, he felt bad. He had suspected this.

But of course it was just another thing that he was just to blind to see.
Now that Michael actually thought about it he was sure that Raphael had been gunning for the crown for years. He was always trying to find something about Michael that would discredit him entirely. Now that Michael really thought about it, Raphael never seemed to want to be a part of the family and that stung.
Michael retreated back to his room and closed the doors to the balcony. He was taking Dean away from Castiel, this was turning into a giant mess and everyone was powerless to do anything about it.
Michael knew that If he backed out of the marriage now, the kingdoms would be torn apart. He was sure King John would understand, he was an understanding Alpha, but, Hell would go nuts... Well they didn't even know what was going on in Hell at the moment, but Eve of Purgatory would be very displeased.
Not to mention the people.
The people would most likely revolt. They would demand to know reasons, details, and would never accept Michael, their future King, with an Alpha. Let alone a none royal Alpha as Lucifer.

Michael was stuck needing a Queen, an Omega, in this case Dean.
He couldn't have Lucifer, and Castiel couldn't have Dean, as much as it hurt it's how life was. It was the hand they'd been dealt.
Suffer for the benefit of their people.