Meeting Arin

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Everything comes to halt in Lucifer's penthouse as a small angry man walks  in. His eyes, green as Irish grass, were burning with anger; his unusually pale for L.A. face flushing.

"Lucifer, you little shit. This is the third time in a row you didn't pay the alimony-" The man stops in his tracks as he sees Lucifer holding a knife to... another Lucifer? "Okay, what the fuck is this? I know your family is fucked up, but you never mentioned a doppleganger."

Lucifer sighs and rolls his eyes, ignoring his brother's struggle to get free. "You could not have come at a worse time, Arin. But since I know you won't leave till you have answers-" He points the knife in his brother's face. "This is my twin. Michael."

Arin's eyes widen. "This is him? The psycho twin? Okay, I'm out. One Morningstar is already too much to handle. I just wanted my money. I got rent to pay, and no one listens to covers of Adam Lambert anymore."

"Don't worry, you'll get the money. I've been busy dealing with Hell, and this little weasel here. I'll call you tomorrow." Lucifer waits for the short brunette to leave, then goes back to strangling his twin.

"W-who w-was tha-at?" Michael managed to gasp out. "That, my coward of a brother, was Arin. My ex-husband. I thought you did your resrarch."

Michael screams as Lucifer drags the knife down his face. Through the pain, he can't help but think of the short man Lucifer once called a spouse. How does he fit in all of this? And more importantly: How can Michael use him?

'Maybe he knows how to get to Lucifer...'

Meanwhile, Arin was driving back home, thinking about the angel he's heard so little about. All he knows is that he's supposed to be worse than Lucifer. And that alone frightened him.

'Ain't no way in Hell I'd let him near me...'

A/N: For my fellow Mi-Clowns out there. 😂😅 Am I the only one that finds him interesting and dorky?
Of course I immediately think "Time to make an OC to ship him with."
So now y'all get some gay Michael shit. You're welcome.

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