My Dorky Angel: A Michael Demiurgos Story

Part of the Plan

Arin's POV: 

I sigh as I walk out of the club, staring at the small check. Two hundred dollars. I played all night, had a set list of fifteen songs, handed out some free t-shirts, and they only gave me two hundred dollars... 

Getting good gigs has been hard since the divorce. If Lucifer and I had stayed friends, maybe things would have been different. But it was a very ugly, very public divorce. No one cared to hear my side. All they cared about was perfect, oh-so-handsome, favor-giving Lucifer. They didn't care about the cheating. They didn't care about the verbal abuse. They didn't care about the drug pushing. They didn't care about the trauma. All they cared about was that stupid fucking video. All they cared about was that someone caught me slapping Lucifer on camera. 

I slapped him one time, as I was sobbing my eyes out about everything he's done, screaming that I wanted a divorce. But of course no one actually spoke to us. Of course they took pictures without our permission, and started spreading rumors that I had been abusing him. And of course when he tried to assure everyone that wasn't the case, people told him that he didn't have to defend me. That he was the victim. And what did he do? 

He left me to rot. 

My pace quickens as I start to hear rustling behind me. It's early morning, but it's still dark enough for someone to attack me without drawing any attention. The only ones out are drunks, strippers finishing their shifts, and a night nurse or two leaving the hospital early. Not even the morning joggers are out yet. 

I try to scream as a hand grabs my mouth, but I quickly pass out from the chloroform on their glove. Not again. I'm sick of this shit. I swear to God, if this is because of Lucifer, there won't be a devil anymore. 

~Time Skip~ 

I groan as I sit up, holding my pounding head. My clothes are covered in light colored dirt, and my hair is a frizzy mess. Great. Now I have to face whoever sees me today with this mess. How did my hair product even wear off so quick? I straightened that bitch out like I'll never be, and put so much hair spray in it that it would put Dolly Parton to shame. 

Wait... How long have I been here? 

I look around to see myself in a fake cave, with bars everywhere. The old zoo. I remember coming here as a kid. Why am I here? And who the fuck kidnapped me? 

In the distance I can hear a nasally voice talking to a woman. Chloe? What's that bitch doing here? 

I over hear them talking about how this is a plan to get Lucifer to come. Of fucking course. Perfect little Chloe was kidnapped to lure Lucifer to his death or whatever. 

The voice from before stops, and I hear footsteps walk down the hall to my cell. 

No. No fucking way. Why me?! And why did it have to be him?! 

Staring at me is Michael, with that stupid face that looks just like his brother's. But he has a scar now? 

"Good Morning, Arin. I'm sure you're very confused and hungry. Here." He sticks his arm through the bars, holding out a McDonald's bag. I quickly take it and look inside. It's three bacon and cheese McBiscuits, eggs on the side, yolks only, with a small chocolate milk. I shrug and start eating. 

"W-wait... You trust me enough to eat it?" Michael looks at me in confusion, but there's a sparkle of delight in his eyes. I once again shrug. "I'm fucking hungry. If I die, at least I'll die on a full stomach. And thank you for the food, even if you did poison it." 

He keeps staring, his eyes widening it what seems to be curiosity and wonder. "I-I didn't p-poison it... But I'm glad you like it. I was hoping to talk to you about Lucifer." I groan and roll my eyes. "I'm sure you know more about that bastard than I do. Wouldn't be surprised if this was all some elaborate ruse to make him look better." 

He scoffs, looking quite offended. "I would never help that piece of shit brother of mine. The only reason why I'm on Earth is to ruin him, after all." He adjusts his collar. Damn, when did turtlenecks become hot? "I was hoping you knew something about him that would ruin everyone's fantasy about him. Ruin his name, and force him into solitude." 

"Uh, our whole fucking marriage? But of course no one ever believes me. Because Lucifer is perfect, and never lies. Oh, but wait, he never says shit about our marriage! He dodges every question he can! Because he can't lie, but he sure as hell can avoid telling the truth!" 

In the blink of an eye, Michael is in the cell with me, staring directly into my eyes from only a few inches away. Are his eyes getting red? Doesn't Lucifer's do that when he's angry? "Tell me everything." 

I swallow nervously, setting my chocolate milk down. "Well... For starters, we got married when I was nineteen. He had arrived in town just two months prior, and I had been performing at his club for about one. The first year of our marriage was just sex. He was my first..." I can see Michael's eye twitch at that. 

"I could never be myself around him. I changed every aspect of myself for him. My stage persona was no longer just for the stage. I straightened my hair every morning before he woke up, I put my makeup on to cover up any imperfections, I stayed on crazy diets, I dressed in only tight black clothes, I did whatever drugs he told me to... He was so upset when I went to rehab... Said it was 'bad for business'..." I could feel the room getting colder, the man in front of me seeming to be the only thing emitting heat. 

"And then when I came back, I found him in bed. With Maze and ten other girls, and a couple of guys. He said he didn't care if I was angry. That was the king of Hell, and could do what he wants. I took the verbal abuse he gave me everyday after that. I let him invite strangers into our bed. I took the bitchy smirks from Maze. I took the threats, accompanied by his devil face. Until I snapped. And that's all anyone cares about. That I slapped him and demanded a divorce. No one's ever believed me before. What makes you think they'll believe me now?" 

I'm caught off guard by the sudden hug. And it's not just his arms, either. Michael's wings had sprung out, encircling us like a protective cocoon. I leaned into the hug, figuring I might as well cozy up to my captor so he doesn't kill me. But what he said next surprised me. It was alarming, really. I didn't want to end up in another celestial nightmare. 

"He won't hurt you anymore... I'll protect you now..."