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Heaven. Everyone had their own imagination of this place. Of how beautiful it was. Some people believed while others did not. You, though, you did believe in heaven. How could you not? You had been there your entire life. Why, you asked? Well, you were an angel and angels were supposed to be up there. You were not an ordinary angel, though. What made you special was your father. The Devil. Yes, you heard that right. The daughter of the rebel, someone who was “disliked” by pretty much every single existing angel. We did not need to talk about his reputation. Even though you had never met your father, you had been excluded from all angelic doings. Therefore, what other people saw as paradise, you saw as hell. Ironic, was it not?
In all your years of existing, you had met a total of three other angels and, the one & only, God himself. Apparently, nobody else wanted to be close to you. You were the Devil's daughter, you did not have the best reputation either but you had never hurt anyone & never would. As you could imagine, being pretty much alone most of the time was rather boring. Once a day, Michael came by to keep you company for a while. The two of you were close, he always made sure you felt comfortable and never judged you by your origin. It was not something you could change anyway. On lucky days, all three angels, archangels to be precise, were at your chambers. Mostly you guys chatted but sometimes you even had game nights, your absolute favorite. To say you were thankful for Michael, Gabriel and Raphael would be understatement. Without them, you would have gone insane ages ago. To you, heaven felt like a prison. You were not allowed anywhere but your chambers. “(Y/N), it's for your own good, trust me.” God had told you this sentence way too many times & you were starting to grow tired of it.
While you were alone, the one thing you loved doing was watching Earth and humanity. How they lived so freely without any restrictions. It was no secret that you wanted to leave heaven as soon as you would turn (Y/A). By then, you would be allowed to go anywhere you liked, without God telling you what to do. Especially Michael listened to your complaints and wishes closely. You were sure you had his support since he had told you many times before. One person you did not tell. God. Maybe because you knew his answer. Maybe because he would try everything to keep you up here, even if you had not felt happy in years. Humans did not know you were the Devil's daughter, your reputation down there would be just fine. At least that was what you had told yourself. It did not matter anyway, your mind was set. Your birthday was in one day. One day & you would finally be free. Away from the negative energy heaven and its angels were giving you. You knew you were about to make the right decision even if it meant that you disappointed God. But this was different from what your father did, right? Rebelling meant something completely different. You simply wanted to feel free & you knew you could never achieve that if you stayed in heaven. Would God hate you forever, like Lucifer?
“You know there's literally no need for you to knock. We've talked about that, Mike.” you chuckled. Mike. That was the nickname you gave Michael a while ago. He seemed to like it so you kept calling him so.
“Yeah but what if you're changing.” he entered, wearing his smirk. His appearance made you smile. Only a few more hours until you would be gone. Looking at him made you realize that, maybe, you would miss one thing. One angel. Him. He always had your back, told you stories about your father. Because of him, you knew you were nothing like Lucifer. Everything he had done? You used to be disgusted by sharing one bloodline. Michael, though, he helped you through all of your dark phases, telling you that you were so much better. Could do so much better. He knew you were no Devil. So did Gabriel and Raphael but Michael was another story. As mentioned, he meant a big deal to you, kind of being the father you always wished you had.
“What are you doing here? I thought you said you were busy today?” confusion was shown all over your face.
“Can't miss my favorite's birthday now, can I?” Michael answered, stepping closer to your bed where you were currently sitting.
“Yeah...the big (Y/A), huh?” your eyes were focused on your hands in your lap. All of a sudden, you felt a wave of guilt hitting you. Michael was far older than you yet had never left heaven. And you, you saw the first chance and were about to leave right away.
“You're leaving, aren't you?” you could feel his eyes on you but you did not dare to look at him. You would break down, something you definitely did not want to do.
“I never made a secret out of it.”
“Except for Dad.” Michael interjected.
“Except for him.” a door opening made the both of you look up.
“Father, we just talked about you.”
“Mike!” you glared at him.
“(Y/N), do you really think I don't know what you're planning?” God gave you a look of what you read as sympathy.
“But I never-”
“(Y/N). I'm God, did you forget that? I knew you were up to this for as long as you, trust me.” he made his way over to Michael and you, stopping right in front of you.
“You are mad.” again, your eyes drifted to your lap. You felt exposed in front of him.
“I'm not. I just want you to know that you will never feel this type of safety on Earth. Humans are...well, humans. You don't belong there, (Y/N). You belong in heaven, like me, like Michael.” God tried reasoning. You were right, he wanted to change your mind.
“I might not be as safe but at least I would have freedom. Space to move. Not just one single chamber for eternity.” by now, tears of frustration were forming at the corner of your (Y/E/C) eyes. How could he be so convinced of himself? He had no idea of how you felt being locked up.
“(Y/N), sweetie, he just wants to keep you safe.” Michael said, putting one of his arms around your shoulders, something he did to calm you down.
“Are you serious, Mike? I thought you supported my plan? Have you been lying to me?” you shook his arm off of you, looking at him with a hurtful expression.
“No, never. I would never lie to you. (Y/N), just think this through.” Michael changed sides right in front of your eyes.
“Mike, you know I want that. You should, too.” by the last part you made sure to look straight at God.
“(Y/N), you're special. Nobody will-”
“MAYBE I DON'T WANNA BE SPECIAL!” you screamed. This was the first time you ever raised your voice but you were so frustrated, so angry, that you did not know what else to do. Both, God and Michael were taken aback by your sudden outburst.
“All my life, you told me I was special. Well, for instance, I wouldn't say being Satan's daughter is special when I have never met him! I'm an angel with wings like everyone else and I happen to be Lucifer's offspring BUT that doesn't make me special, okay? What's special about being in my chambers all day long, doing literally nothing but daydreaming? I'm leaving and you won't be able to change my mind. I'll be gone soon then you don't have to worry about me anymore.” by the time you finished, you were facing the wall away from Michael and God.
“If you are leaving, don't think about coming back. I gave you everything. Kept you and your not so special wings safe and that's what I get in return? I'll see you when you're begging on your knees in front of heaven's doors. Happy Birthday, (Y/N).” & with that, God left.
“Sure, special wings. Just because they're not black like the others.” you mumbled under your breath. When you turned around, you still saw Michael sitting on your bed, looking at you expectantly. He did not leave with God and you were not quite sure why he was still with you after everything he just said.
“What?” you questioned after the staring became too uncomfortable for you.
“Just know that I still support you. Go to Earth, have adventures. If you ever need anything...I'm only one prayer away. Happy Birthday, sweetie. See you soon.” he was about to turn towards your door when you ran into his arms, hugging him with tears in your eyes.
“Mike? Thank you for everything you've ever done for me. You were the only one who accepted me from the first moment on. My wings didn't matter to you, my origin didn't matter to you. I mattered and I am forever grateful for that. I'd be happy if you visited me once, Mike. You'll always be welcome to stay with me. Besides, you've never been to Earth either. It could be fun.” your eyes shined when you looked at his face, releasing the hug.
“It could be, yeah. Bye, (Y/N), take care of yourself.” before you had the chance to say anything back, you found yourself alone in your chambers. This was it. The moment you had waited (Y/A) years for. A few more minutes and your life could finally begin. Really begin. Without anyone judging you by your wings, by your father. Just (Y/N). You were ready for it. What city would you visit first? Paris? London? No. There had always been a city you were drawn to. Ironically, it was called the City of Angels aka Los Angeles. LA. Name it as you want. That would be your first stop. What would be waiting for you there? You were eager to find it out.
~to be continued~