My Love, St. Michael

Disclaimer:  I own all rights to any characters that I use and/or mention in this story as well as the plot.  This story is entirely fiction, meaning any resemblance to actual persons, passed or living is pure coincident. Again this is pure fiction, if any thing is borrowed/referenced about/mention/ etc etc etc. Then it comes the bible. That being said, I hope this disclaimer is clear.  Also, any unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

[Full] Summary:  Kiram is a nineteen year old girl, living with her father, Damien, as far as she knows; she is the only offspring of an angel and an fallen angel. She spent most of her early teen years, rebelling against her father. She also spent a lot of her time experimenting and going down a very dark and dangerous path; even for someone like her.  She doesn't admit to a lot things, hoping to forget about it or she is ashamed of it. But when she is force to be wed to the highest of all angels,  will she finally realize her true feelings for him, ones she assume were nothing more than an childish crush? And what of the other secrets she kept from her father and grandfather? 



Author's Note: I do hope to read reviews about how I can improve this story, or whatever. Simple things like that, I appreciate dearly.  Also, I tried my best to make as few errors as possible, I do not have a beta at the moment, and I usually work on this when an idea comes to my mind and I feel it can work with this plot. Or when I have nothing better to do, so I relax with music and stare at my computer screen... in hopes something pops in my mind. I know some things in here, will be very played out and probably VERY predictable. Do not spoil it! If you think you know what happens, keep it to yourself. lol, at least until I finish this story. I try to make some things as light hearted as possible but it seems I enjoy the thrill of the ugly and darker side of these romantic-love-fics. Even though this is an original story, it does have influences on some religious figures, not much but apparently it is enough for me to write it.  Also, I wanna write something I don't see very often, now a days, its always boy/boy or girl/girl or the very standard girl/boy. But I always keep an open mind about everything, even if I disagree with it. So, to me, I think even the most impossible thing can be possible. It just depends how it is handle by all parties.

Anyway, I am rambling, please R&R and... 



Enjoy! :)

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<sub>"1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance."</sub>

 

You've heard of the stories right? That there's a day and time when God will end the Human world, those who are not on Earth will be allowed in his so-called Holy Kingdom. And those left, well, they'll be greeted by my father, Lucifer. Or as you humans like to call him: The Devil, Satan, Beelzebub, and whatever other fucking names you humans decide to throw in there. Regardless, there is some sort of a half-assed plan...somewhere. Still my daughter has yet to 'belong' somewhere when this happens. But she is so stubborn and though she is loyal to us-'Us' as in my dad and me-She refuses to see it any other way. My child has a part of her mother in her and that gives her just as much right as any other angel or archangel that she can live there as well, Heaven, that is.

She's nineteen, old enough to know what she wants to do, but damn it she can so damn stupid. So I'm gonna make the choice for her, as a father should and can do. I'll be damned if she still refuses to listen... one way or another she will know the 'pure' angelic half of her heritage....

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"Hey dad!"

Damien looked up from his desk and at the door leading into the hallway, "Why don't you come in here?" He heard a huff as she walked in his study, wearing nothing but a lace-trimmed green sports bra and pink pajama pants. His attention went to his daughter's face, her drench silver-blue hair dripping on her and the floor. "Just what the hell, Kir?" Asking as he leaned into the back of his comfortable leather chair.

"I was just wondering if I could stay at Emma's tonight..."

"This isn't an attempt to sneak off and see that British asshole, Stan, is it?"

Kir glanced around the room, "uhh, N-no? And dad he's your friend." Trying to change the subject on her father.

Damien snorted and leaned forward, standing up from his desk. "Don't remind me, look fine you're an adult anyway, but don't you dare go over to his house!" He yelled, finally standing in front of her.

She only stood mid-chest high next to Damien. Kir looked up at him, "That contradicts with that you said!"

"So."

"If I'm an adult, then I can go see Stan if I wanted to, but I'm not anyway"

"Then why did you even bring it up." He said smirking, ruffling her wet hair. Kir pushed his hands off and turned around, walking to the other end of the hallway to her room.

"I'm serious, Kiram! Do not go see him!" Damien yelled at her but Kiram slammed her door shut, making Damien frown.

Kiram plop on her bed, grabbing her cell phone from under her pillow. Dialing her friend's number. Stopping after she pressed the eight button she stopped. "Dad, get away from the damn door!"

"It better be Emma you are calling!" Damiens' voice was muffled by the door.

"I'm calling grandpa!" Kiram yelled at her father, quickly dialing her grandfather to make a lie into the truth. The phone rung a few times before it was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Grandpa, can you take me out to lunch?" Kiram said loud enough, for Damien to hear. She even put the call on speakerphone.

"Why?" He sounded annoyed.

"Because dad is being a jerk and an ass!"

"No I am not, Kiram!" Damien yelled through the door.

"Yes, you are!"

"You both are annoying me right now, with this pointless bickering" Lucifer said appearing next to Damien. His white eyes glared at his son before opening the door to Kiram's room. Damien bit his lip and left when the door shut again. Every time this happens, he always comes! Angrily, Damien decided to get dress and leave the house for a moment, to cool off.

Lucifer stood at the door looking at her. She was on her bed staring at her phone and kicking her legs in the air as she was on her stomach. Her pillow safely tucked underneath her.

"Kiram, you cannot keep calling me every time you and Damien fight." telling her, as he walked over and sat on the bed.

"I know...but he starts it."

"He's your father."

Kiram put her phone down, "It's just every time I wanna go somewhere, he always thinks I'm going to see Stan." she said, rolling over laying on her back. After a while, it became easier and easier to look at her grandfather over the years.

"Are you?"

"Hmm, sometimes, I am. But he's my boyfriend, I can see him. I have my rights, you know." That was Kiram's only defense.

Lucifer lean down using his right arm for support, "Kir considering what has happened between you and Stan; and also what happened to you, Damien is not in the wrong to be concern."

"But I'm dating him NOW!Besides dads' been on my back for the past three years, he knows I stop doing that stuff" Kiram turned on her side, with her back facing Lucifer. "ugh, I should have known you'd take his side. Just go!"

"I'm not taking sides, stop acting like an adolescent. You're nineteen." Lucifer told her, taking her pillow and tossing it at her head.

"GRANDPA!"

Grabbing her ankles, Lucifer dragged Kiram out of her bed. "What are you doing! Let go!" She yelled, wiggling to be free from him.

"You wanted to go out, so we're going."

"In a few, I still need to get dress grandpa..." Kiram told him, as she manage to escape from his grasp. "But I'm gonna take a rain check on the lunch you owe me, I have an prior engagement anyway."

Giving her a smile, "As you wish, and I do not owe you anything, Kir." Lucifer left her room. When he did though, Kiram sat back down on her bed, going back to her phone, sighing heavily as she did so. "...forgive me..." she almost pleaded with herself.

Instead of getting dress, Damien had just went downstairs to the living room and turned on the television, trying to occupy his mind with other nonsense. The anchorwoman babble on about the presidents' deeds. "Humans have nothing better to talk about these days." Damien raised his blonde eyebrow, studying the woman through the screen-in a bad way-a smile pressed on his lips. "looks like I have another client. " Is what he refer to the people he made deals with. Damien, even though he appeared he doesn't do anything but con money from people, does do his part for Lucifer. Damning human souls, especially women. The more pathetic they were, the easier it was to woo them. Which never was a difficult task, no matter what type of womam they were; they gave into him.

"Damien, when I imaged you raising your child, this is not what I had in mind..." Lucifer told Damien.

His son blinked a few times, coming out of his thought process then huffed, "And what'd you expect? Should I have dumped her on some random family and have them raise her?"

"Funny, but didn't you almost let some human woman-"

"Dad, not now! It didn't happen anyway, besides, she's just being a difficult. It's hard to tell with her sometimes." Damien bit his lip, "Look, I didn't do what you did, I kept my kid and raised her the best I could, then out of nowhere she just gives me the damn silent treatment for months."

"Did you even wonder why?" His father asked him.

"For what? Just so she could roll her eyes at me? Or whatever, does it matter, she stop. It probably was some girl thing anyway." Damien paused, "a few days later she was on the phone with Emma, both of them talking about some bullshit."

Lucifer shook his head, his son could be the smartest person in the world; however Damien can still be clueless on the simplest of things. "Well maybe instead of doing it on your own-which by the way, son , let me remind you who took care of her during the first two years you didn't want her- you should have let Sophitia taken her."

Damien turned towards his dad, "as if, they haven't spoken to me since Kiria died." He sneered. "It's nothing like they would have done any better, they don't live on Earth. And I don't know what you're talking about, I took care of Kiram all her life." Damien added, not wanting to admit what he went through.

"Well I'm starting to see where she gets it from." Lucifer whispered out of annoyance.

Before Damien could reply with a smart ass comment, he noticed his daughter coming down the stairs, bags in hand. She looked at them. The hallway and living room became a deathly silence. It was very awkward, as if she walked in on her parents the night before in the middle of sex. But that wasn't the case; it was just her grandpa and dad talking. But then that thought lead to another, which was unplesant. The thought of those two-Suddenly, Kiram came back from her mind and remembered where she was.

"What?" She asked, fixing her somewhat curly-wavy hair, that she chose to leave down letting it touch the small of her back. She didn't feel like straightening her hair today and left it to curl up.

"Wearing shit like that, men will think you're easy, Kir." Damien told her.

Kiram looked down at her white strapless-lace trimmed, ruched dress. It showed more than Damien would like. "I'm not trying to look easy for other men, dad...just for Stan." Kiram said, "of course, you know this is such a flimsy outfit, I doubt it would stay on very long...in one piece..." she gave her father an evil smile as she pulled the hem of her dress up, showing the bottom of her ass before walking out.

Lucifer smirked and covered his mouth trying not to snicker. Damien watched; digging his claws in the couch, finally he noticed his father starting to laugh.

"You think this is funny, dad!"

"Well...you are the one who wanted a daughter, Damien...were you not aware what could happen?"

His son went after Kiram, so angry enough the objects Damien walked passed incinerated. "I wasn't, until she hit puberty!"

Suddenly, the idea of her staying in Angelic Realm was starting to sound a lot better. Damien decide he will try to set something up later in the week, if he didn't kill her first.

Looking out the window, Lucifer smiled watching his son arguing with Kir. The Fallen Angel had to admit, he did not quite picture his life like this; well he knew he would have a son but to have a grandchild as well, it did bring joy to him. "Now, it would be even better if she didn't behave like Damien..." Lucifer said, seeing how the two were about to psychically fight each other, hence the fact Kiram was taking off her heels and jewelry. That girl was not afraid to get down and dirty, no matter what she wore. Stepping outside all Lucifer heard was Damien yelling, "Kir, you're being a real pain in the ass right now!"

"Dad you have to say, "You've been a thorn in my sight long enough'."

"Does it matter! Get in the damn car!"

Kiram crossed her arms over her chest, "Yeah well,this thorn... is about to take you down." Kiram said.

"What? Shut up and who says that? Just get your ass in the car, I hope you have a change of clothes in the back."

Kiram mocked him by mouthing whatever he said. "I sure hope you have a heartattack and die..." she whispered.

"Excuse me! Kiram Mary-Elizabeth Sullivan, I swear as God as my witness, I will take you out of this world!"

"BRING IT, ASSHOLE!"

Lucifer sighed, "This is going to be a long day..."

0*-*-*-*-*-*-*0

The meeting was about to take place soon, this idea or rather offer would upset a few people, but at this time he had no choice. He just wanted to do what was best for his daughter, and this option would greatly benefit her. That and she was pissing him off to no end since she's been dating Stan. Pacing around the well-lit room, hearing his own footsteps echoing faintly. It was pretty late in the afternoon and he was starting to become impatient. Hands intertwine behind his back, head down with a expression of boredom-and slowly anger-filled his charming face. Damien had thought about this for the past two weeks, he was pretty sure this was the right thing to do.

"Of all times..." He whispered.

"Of all times what?" A voice said.

The blonde haired man looked behind him and saw who he waited on come in. Along with man was his own father, his face was displeasing. The deity had a very uncertain expression bestow on his face. Walking to them, with hands freely at his sides, stopping a mere inches away.

"Damien, this better not taking any longer than it has to be." His father spoke with much bitterness. Looking at his son with his pure white-colored eyes, as if trying to tell him 'The one time you actually listen to me, when I don't want you too'. Seeing as his presence was not needed, Damiens' father turned around and left. No one asking him where or what he was going to do.

Damien only let out a hard breath, sometimes he actually forgot how different he was from his dad, not only appearance but his views were almost opposite. His thoughts were politely interrupted.

"Is there a reason why you have asked me to come?" The deity spoke. "I am quite sure; it is not for me and Lucifer talk."

"Yea…"Damien said absently. Turquoise eyes look at the taller being, at height comparison Damien was merely at the Creators' mid-chest. "What are the chances, of Kir staying with you?" Getting straight to the point.

"Chances..." God blinked, "she is more than welcome-"

"Then I need a favor." Damien told God.

Turning on his heel, the unholy son went to an open window and stared outside, his hands once again found ways to intertwine behind him. God took a few steps to him, knowing how this man was always, in a few words, carefree. Yes, he was just like Lucifer, but unlike him Damien was quite open about his emotions. Something troubled this mans' thoughts, and allowed him to continue.

"My daughter, I need her to stay with you…"Beginning quietly, " I'm sure you know I have kept a lot of things from her, and I know she won't suffer or go through what me and my dad will have to go through, when the time comes. I'd rather have her in a better place." Damien stop talking.

Both were quiet and said nothing. From the day Lucifer was cast out, God knew what would happen when the world of the humans would end. That Damien and his father would play a major part in it. But Damien was not supposed to have a child of his own; he was also not supposed to have taking a pure angelic female as his mate. But Damien did, everyone knew how much his late-wife meant to him. This incident, leaving a small flaw.

"This is coming from the man who disregarded everything I said. You expect Me to take in your child?" God asked him.

"You just said, she could." Spilled Damien, as he turned to look at Him; they both had the exact same color, a very graceful turquoise colored. Only His was more breath taking as Damien had eyes of a demon, even though he was far from one. It was not a surprise Damien obtain Lucifers' former look. The devil was an angel and bits of his true self was hidden, still running through his Fallen Angel blood. Yet even though Lucifer's skin was a permanently pale, Damien inherited his from his mysterious mother. As she was a light bronze colored.

His time here was over. Damien stood there and focused his sight onto the outside of the demonic world and not God leaving.

"I will see…."

With that said, this short conversation was over.

Damien felt the presence of God disappear from the room. Looking down he saw his daughter walking in the south end of the garden.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

This lingered in His mind for a few weeks, openly and willingly let an offspring of his live here. He was walking through the peaceful world. Everyone that was welcome was smiling, laughing. No cares at all. Nothing to worry them, at least that is how God kept it. If she came would it change? It seemed like things changed. Lucifer, pure and as evil as they could come, in control of all the demons in Hell. Then his son appears but Damien thought things thoroughly. About the effect it would have later on. God reminisce of the past, of the lone female.

"But you must, Father!" She yelled.

Violet orbs looked at him intensely, full of determination. It was clear she was not going to change her mind.

"Even if I allow it, it does not end well for you. You'd risk everything for a—"

She cut Him off. "Yes! I love him, I really do. And I know he loves me. You tell us we should love and be kind to everyone, no matter what. Why is he so different? Is it because his father is-"She stopped. She wanted to explain her feelings, but she was already sure God knew. "just let me be with him, I do not care what happens, I just want to be by his side..." She spoke softly, her hands holding her stomach feeling the very small bump.

"If that is what you truly want, Kiria..."

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

He had stopped in front of the training ground. Four of the archangels were practicing fighting, two were just watching. Gabriel was tackling Jophiel to the ground. Which was normal of Gabriel, being the aggressive one. Raphael stood by to watch, Israfel sat on the ground next to him. Far off in the distance, Metatron and Michael, clashing their swords with one another. It was then a thought came to him. "Perhaps I could make an acceptance, " telling Himself. His eyes watched Michael, He knew this would be the best time to try this again. What should have happened years ago.

"Michael" Gods' voice thundered, throwing all six angels off guard. He started walking towards His own home motioning Michael to follow Him. The blue-eyed angel blinked for a second before getting the nerve to follow his Lord and Father. It did not take long, to reach the enormous home. Michael's darken blue eyes saw Him, waiting at the doors.

"I am going to make a small change." He started, "Is there something or even someone you want?" He asked.

"Don't you know-"

"Please Michael, humor me." God told the archangel.

He gasped and thought about it for a minute. "Well, perhaps..."

God gritted his teeth together, "Really?"

"It's nothing." Michael answered.

God sighed heavily in disappointment. "Fine. But tell me this, no matter what you will do as I say and never question me?"

"Father...Always would I do as you command." Michael responded loyalty.

God nodded and left Michael there going into His home.

Standing there for a moment, Michael ran his left hand through his shoulder length black hair. Gabriel, Raphael, Jophiel, Israfel, and Metatron all seem to 'pop' up behind Michael.

"Are we not going to finish?" Metatron asked, to the others it seem a little strange having a once-human archangel taller than everyone but no one questioned God. Both he and Sandalphon- the younger twin of Metatron- shared this height.

He didn't turn. "Y-yeah." Speaking blankly.

Gabriel pushed Michael, causing him to lose not only thought but his footing. "Something happen?" the blonde asked.

Michael wasn't sure yet so he said nothing of it. Just ignored the question and disappeared to the lower level. The archangels' mind became restless as past memories flooded him.

A week went by after that day, early Saturday morning God had summon Azrael. Carefully instructing him to visit Sheol and bring her here. Azrael did not know the whole situation, but he did what was told. Any of the archangels could go from Heaven to Hell. But it was less suspicious with Azrael going, being the Angel of Death.

Damien, waited outside the castle gate. The impatient father kept checking his phone for any signs of his daughter. Grind his teeth together, Damien started to regret letting her go out the night before. For the sixth time, he re-dialed her phone. It rung for a few seconds before she picked up.

"Damn it what is it, dad!" She yelled.

"Where the hell are you!"

"I will be there when I FEEL like it! Stop fucking calling!" She yelled then hung up.

Angrily she huffed and put the phone down. Suddenly she was pulled close to a body bigger than hers.

"Kiram?"

"My dad...guess I better go." She sighed.

"Well, as long as I have known him, yeah, you better go." he spoke, kissing her neck. "Are you going to the party?"

"Yeah, Stan. I am." Turning her body around to give him a full on kiss. Kiram smiled playfully as she sat against his bare body. "Stan, I -" before she could finish her sentence, her phone rung again. This time she answered, "Ohhhh, fuck me Stan! I lovvvvee it when you take me from behind!" She yelled and fake. Kiram hung up and went to grab her clothes from the chair. Stanley chuckling as she did so.

"Oh boy, I hope Damien doesn't kill me for that stunt you pulled." Stan said breathless, his light grey eyes filled with worried.

In a fit of rage, Damien balled his hand in a fist creating a heated aura around his hand, not only breaking the phone, but melting it as well. I am so sick and tired of her damn attitude! Where the hell did she even get it from! Damien wondered. He was so caught up in his anger, the devil's heir fail to notice someone approaching him.

"Should I ask?" The angel spoke. His black eyes scanned the area; not sensing or seeing the girl.

"So nice to see you again, Azrael." spoke a familiar voice to the angel.

He smiled. "Hm, Lucifer I see your doing better."

Lucifer grunted as he approached the two, "You can't even see clearly, you're blind every where else besides Heaven..." then he stood next to his son. "We are coming…"He added.

Azrael shook his head. "I was told to only grab the girl. Not that you or he would be following me." He blinked his eyes, "And I may be blind, Lucifer, but I still have other senses." Azrael added.

"She's my kid, the least I could do is come with her. And besides, since when do we listen to God?" Damien mentioned as he looked away.

"So where IS she?" Azrael said getting annoyed.

Azrael and Lucifer never got along enough to stand each others' presence. Even when Lucifer was the Morning Star and Azrael called him his brother. Of course that was then, now they were like mere acquaintances. Like strangers. "I do not know, she said she'd be ready but that was a few hours ago…" Damien finally said. Scratching his head through his blonde locks. A few minutes passed in silence.

Eventually, they heard yelling to the right they saw a young woman running to them. Her hair bouncing as she hurried to them, eyes focused more on her dad than anyone else. When she got there she was catching her breath. Bending over she had her hands on her knees, raising her right hand. "Its…okay…I'm here." Speaking in short breaths.

Damien placed his right hand on his forehead. "Your late." Damien told her. She stood up and looked at the three of them. She was confused and wondered why Azrael was here.

"What's going on?" She looked at Lucifer. "Grandpa?" Her eyes then met back with Damien, "I am fashionably late, there is a difference."

"Kiram you're going to be living elsewhere." Lucifer said, jumping back to the topic.

Placing her hands on her hips, she gave her dad a typical look: one dark silver eyebrow raised as she creased her lips to one side. "What do you mean; I live here with you- wait, are you kicking me out?" She said trying not to yell.

"Yes, I am. " Damien put in.

Azrael grabbed her arm. "I do not have time for this. Let's go."

She looked at him and walked closer to him. "Excuse me! I don't care who you are or who is telling you what to do, unless I get some sort of an explanation of why my fucking dad is making me move, I don't see the rush." She said coldly.

"Kiram, shut up. Look, we-as in your dad did this all by himself-,." Lucifer said pointing to his son, "Thought it would be better for you to stay…there" Lucifer pointed up,"…then here." His finger pointing down.

"Besides didn't you say you wanted to know more about your mother…"Damien added, angrily looking at his father for making it seem as if he-Lucifer-disagreed with this choice. "And it was actually his idea, thought you should know." Damien added the last part in quickly.

She looked at them, her arm still in Azrael's grasp. "I suppose, but how long. A few weeks?"

"I was told it will be your permanent location." Azrael spoke. Regardless of the event Azrael spoke in a low almost monotone voice.

"Permanent?" She repeated.

After a few moments of explaining, she unwillingly agreed. Kiram was able to get a few things of her own. Adjusting to a different life was going to hard. She wasn't going to do the things her father and grandfather allowed her to do. Kiram had no time to switch outfits, she was stuck wearing a strapless black dress, which had a bit of a sweetheart neckline. That fitted her curves and loose at the bottom near her thighs, tied together with sleek black heel pumps. She left her hair down, draping it over her left shoulder as it hit her hips nearly touching the middle of her thighs.

Damien eyed her, he wasn't paying much attention to her outfit till she came back. "Who the hell were you wearing that for?" He questioned.

"Who do you think!" Kir sneered at her father. "And he got it off pretty fast too." Kiram giggled.

Pissing off her father was enjoyable to her.

When finally ready, the four of them left.

Upon arriving they were greeted by God, his eyes shot straight at her outfit, it was different but felt eventually she will come to terms. He had called the archangels and his own son to the entrance of the world. A few others showed up as well, Mary who had be lately following Jesus. Heavenly who was accompany her husband, Yeirel. The two were married before it was establish that Angels could not wed. The same was for Sophitia and Alexander.

Everyone had gather wondering what was going to happen. There was a bit of tension in the air, due to the fact Lucifer was there. After the war, it wasn't easy to forget what happen.

"I am sure, everyone is wondering what is going on. But I assure you all, it is just small nothing big. Michael come here." He giddily instructed.

Michael went and stood on His left side, and God slowly brought Kiram close to His right. Kiram was looking at Michael, her mind blanked. It was clear she was hardly listening. Compare to them, Kiram only stood about mid-chest high to Michael. And probably just at Gods' waist, with the shoes she wore. Even though her family was tall, she was born short, all because of her late-grandmother.

"Today, we are going to prepare for a joyous occasion. This will perhaps come as a surprise but I have decided this because apparently what I say goes." God paused for a second with a smile on His face, nobody smirked or smile, "Anyway, I have chosen to let this young lady, Kiram stay…" There was silence and some were shocked. Of course only Mary and Heavenly smiled. "Also," God turned to Michael. "You are one of the best I have, and you having done so much…" He said. Michael looked at Him; all he did was smile. "So please accept, Kiram as your bride, as a token of My thanks." God said it fast as He placed the two next to each other.

Everyone was shock, except for Gabriel was trying to hold in his laugh. Michael looked at Kiram. He has known her since she was little, and the relationship between them became more complex, when they began to know each other more. Kiram blanked out completely as she fainted on Michael. Lucifer was in awe, holding his anger in. Damien stood like a statue, mouth a gaped.

"But...Father..." Michael told his Lord as he pushed the girl away. Raphael rushed over and caught her.

Lucifer came into His sight-well in front of him, God can see everything(supposedly)-moving Michael away. "This is what you come up with! My precious granddaughter paired up with, with" Lucifer arms swayed up and down at Michaels' direction, "with this moron?" Lucifer finished.

"Yes, she paired with- wait wha?" Michael said at Lucifers' comment.

God gave each one a calm look, "I have did what Damien asked of me. I have gave Michael something he long wanted." was Gods' simple answer.

Lucifer still had his arms in the air. Michael had his mouth open to speak, but Lucifer beat him. "What he wanted? Please Michael has been so easy to read since day one, I bet all he wanted was another sword or something!" Lucifer shouted, not noticing Michaels' silence or redden face.

The angel closed his mouth again, God looked pass Lucifer at Damien. Who seemed to be stuck in his shock. "Lucifer, your son does not mind."

The devil look back at his son, "No, he is just not sure." Lucifer put his attention back on God, "He is just as upset as I am, if not even more." he finished explaining.

God looked over at Michael, who was busy glancing at Kiram in Raphael's arms.

"Michael?" Asked the creator.

Michael stress-fully dragged his right hand on the back of his neck. "I am not sure about this..." He whispered.

"Am I ever wrong about my decisions, Michael?"

Michael was face to face with God, gem-like green blue eyes had stared directly into the sapphire blue eyes. "Well, you are Almighty." Michael spoke.

God stepped back, He commanded everyone to leave the area.

Raphael held Kiram in his arms, as he watched this whole action.

"I have said it so it shall be." God instructed as he walked away.

Damien finally snapped out of it and recalled everything.

"If you're letting her stay her, then just let her don't engage her to some idiot!" Lucifer shouted.

The fallen angel went after Him, with Michael following as well as a puzzled Raphael who walked with Damien.

"Are you okay, Damien?" asked Raphael.

"I had this crazy dream where Kiram was marrying some idiot. So I killed him with strength I never knew I had. Just like that everyone respected me and we dance all night long, like in that song." Damiens' voice was very out of tone and sounded as if he was breathless.

"I regret that was all in your head." Raphael told him.

They continued walking in silence, hearing Lucifer yell and God childishly with his hands over his ears yelling: 'la-la-la-la-la I can't hear you.'

The decision was made, and regardless of the fact that Damien and Lucifer was against it or God said it was to happen. None ever took in consideration of the two that were affected by it. The two that had kept things that happened between them secret from family and friends. God can only place those two together, but ultimately it was up to Michael and Kiram.

Even though He was blocking Lucifer's voice, He knew some things, such as feelings, can never be vanish completely...no matter how long they've been apart.

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Authoress Notes: I should explain a little. With Azrael, he is partially blind in Heaven. Meaning he can still see but not as well, but on Earth or anything else, he is completely blind. So he uses his other senses to get by on Earth or Hell. Reason is: Azrael is the Angel of Death, and it seem to be easier on him to not see the saddness, anger, or anything as he claimed a human soul. And also the any other bad things on Earth. I try to give God a weird sense of humor, as in only He gets whatever joke he is saying, and no one else does. So I am not sure if I was clear on the part where He says "because apparently what I say goes" So...yeahh...

Other than that, I hope the obvious was clear to everyone. Such as Kiram's relationship with her dad, grandpa, Michael, etc.

And if no one gets that "This thorn is going to take you down" reference, I just dunno...I dunno.