Third Person POV:

"Get up...." Three days later in training, Michael uttered, his face beaded in dissatisfaction at the burning Lucifer.

"I'M tRyINg!" He exclaimed as he grappled at the ground, sweat falling off his face as his nails dug deeper and deeper, while he tried to get his wings out.

"Why the f*ck does it burn so much?!" He fell face first on the ground and spoke through the rough concrete, blood oozing out of his back where his silver wings were looking like chicken wings.

Micheal sighed as he threw a bottle of water at him.

Of course it slammed Lucifer in the goddamn head as he let out a groan.

"f*ck you."

"No swearing. Don't make me set you on fire again." Micheal looked at his necklace which was turning black a bit slower now as he twirled it around, determined to save others.

"Lucifer. Rise." He commanded.

"Time to ge-" Lucifer's button phone went off.

Lucifer just groaned as Micheal let out a deep breath and kicked him in the butt and took the phone out, flipped it open and closed the distance between the speaker and his ear.

"Ow. I hate you."

"Hello?" Micheal spoke.

"Who the hell is this?" It was Lucy as childish as ever.

"The Archangel Michael."

"Who?"

"Micheal? The Angel? The one who just visited you? It was three days ago......" He sounded forgotten, like a messed up vision of what was to come.

"The lumberjack? Oh yeah!" Lucy chuckled on the other side of the phone. "Can you out Lucifer on Mr.Timber? Please?" She said, wondering why someone was sobbing that their back hurts.

"Lucifer. What have you done this time? Please don't r*pe someone...."

This was out of pure concern......

"Make it quick, Lucy. We don't have all the time in the world." He lied.

He placed the phone on Lucifer's face, after turning the speaker on and went out the construction site to catch some air.

Micheal walked out the barricade and took out his own phone.

He tapped the number of his wife and put the mobile to his ear.

"~Hello?"

Micheal smiled just hearing her voice. And he wasn't risking anything that would make her happiness waver.

With the exception of his probably arriving death.

"I need myself some hope, Hope." He made a small snicker as he imagined her infuriated expression.

"~I hate you~" Hope, the scion pouted, rolling around in their home.

"Me too. Would you mind if I bring someone over? Maybe two people?" Micheal said with a big of hesitation.

"You're cooking. Deal." She cut the phone.

He smiled as he looked again at his hands. Rough and run down, but still usable.

He twisted his neck around and stretched his body, still feeling pain from the recent battle with the Devil of his journey.

"To hell with it." He walked back and climbed the flights stairs, finding that Lucifer was waiting for him.

"Time to get work done?" Lucifer asked menacingly, healing his body to go for another bout.

"You're gonna feel pain from this and so am I. But as I love to say, you gotta risk it to frisk it."

"No you didn't."

"Oh, damn you."

"Yeah yeah. Wait. Is there a spell or something to amplify things?" Lucifer asked confused.

"Uh..... Yeah? To hasten things. How'd you know?"

"Right. Use that to pull out my wings again."

"I was about to." He put his hands up.

"Again?"

Then he had an idea sparked up in his mind.

"What do you know about Phantom Planes?" Micheal blurted out of curiosity.

"Phantom what?"

"Oh....." An epiphany. "f*ck."

And realization.

"Sorry."

"No swearing."

"Oh you're in for a treat though, Lucifer. You're gonna hate me."

"No. No. No. NO. NO. No! NOOOO!!!" Lucifer had a hunch this was gonna end in his breaking his neck or a leg.