No one is giving Heather the love it deserves... :( Na fine. I'm dropping this one shot because I wrote it after being done with my last final. Have fun.

Any requests?

Luv

-J

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I was never able to see the stars until I had a look in your eyes.

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Luke's head hurt as he carefully opened his eyes but shut them nearly immediately.

“Just a bad dream. Not real.“ he mumbled and wanted to sit up.

“Don't move. Especially your upper body should stay in position.“ a calm voice said.

The blonds eyes opened up scanned the room in a panic.

It was dark, just a weak light came in from a big window on the other side and most of the room was not in that light.

Heavy steps and something being draged across the floor was audible, suddenly someone stepped into the weak light.

A tall masculine man with giant black wings which touched the floor with like a foot or two.

Luke started to shake in fear, his jaw clenched multiple times.

“Watch out, it's gonna get really bright in a few seconds.“ the voice said and Luke whispered a small “Okay.“

He maid a single hand movement and lights switched on in the whole room.

It wasn't as bright as Luke expect but still a bit blinding.
“Where am I?“ he asked, looking at the man Infront of him.

“Propably in hell. Don't know bout you, but I've never seen a deamon in heaven. But a angel in hell is the second time.“ he said with a amused smile.

Luke got terrified. He was scared and really wanted to disappear. “What happened to the first one?“

“Well, we had war between heaven and hell because god told satan that he stole him.“

“And why am I here?”

“I don't know.“ he shrugged his shoulders and his wings moved a bit to the side. “I found you at the coast of the sea here with a ripped open chest. Don't worry, I stitched you back together but you're still about to heal. So you shouldn't move.“

Luke looked down at his bare chest and looked away again.

It looked absolutely disgusting.

“Thank you...“

“Michael. You?“

“Luke.“ the blond smiled and reached out a hand just like his education told him to do.

Michael took it and gently shook it. “Nice to meet you little angel. How are your wings feeling?”

Luke moved them a bit and suddenly a feather fell on the floor.

The demon picked it up and patched it into his all the way black wings so the white one looked a bit odd. “You think?“

“Very pretty.“ Luke laughed and wasn't that afraid or terrified anymore.

“Are you okay? Can I leave and get some food? It's about dinner time and I was here for about 4 hour.“ Michael asked and smiled.

Luke nodded and watched Michael crossing the room and at the doorframe he opened up his big wings and was  out of sight with just one beat.

He opened up his wings as well and hissed as he accidentally moved his upper body.

Luke's white wings were a little bit smaller but really strong and perfect to hug himself when he got cold like he did right now.

“Feather mess!“ Michael said and Luke peaked his head out.

The demon sat next to Luke and passed him a glass and a plate with a shield over it.

He looked at Michael with helpless eyes.

“Oh yeah. Right. That's probably gonna hurt like ripping it up again.“ Michael said, placed his stuff down and carefully helped Luke into a sitting position.

The angel nearly started to cry because it was the most painful thing he ever experienced.

It felt like stabbing him in the chest multiple times and then twist the knife around.

“I'm sorry Angel. I wish I could make it go away.“ Michael apologized and carefully hugged Luke.

“It's okay.“ he said and wrapped his wings around both of them.

“Your wings are supper cozy but let's eat. I hope you like it.“ Michael whispered and they let each other go.

Luke lifted up the shield and looked at the food.

It was a basic but delicious smelling pasta with sauce.

The drink made him suspicious. “Whats that?“

Michael giggled and took a sip from his own glass. “Today it's...horseblood.“

Luke quickly placed away the glass and took a spoon to carefully started to eat.

“Well no blood for the angel. Have to give that to the kitchen.“

The room went silent until Luke dared himself to ask. “Not to sound rude but I thought it's ways hotter in hell.”

Michael laughted and swallowed the food. “It is. Trust me it's burning but we made it cold in our house.“

“Our?”

“Yeah...“ now the demon looked uncomfortable. “My dad and I are living here. Messing around a little bit. Just doing stuff.“

Luke smiled and looked over to him. ”Got it. What are y'all doing here for fun?“

“Not much you would have fun at like... eyeball throwing competitions or nailing. What's up there in heaven?“ Michael said smiling.

“We're not that brutal. We fly around a lot and do little makeover sessions and tea parties.“

Luke giggled and thought about how he painted Calums wings with pink and blue colours.

Thinking about his best friend made him a bit sad.

“Do you have friends down here?“

Michael smiled and nodded. “Sure I have.“

Luke looked down at his chest. “I miss my friend.”

It wasn't on purpose but a little tear escaped his eyes and his upper body hurts to much to wipe it away.

“Don't...no don't cry little angel.” Michael whispered and gently hugged him with his arms and wings.