"Lucifer!"
Michael suddenly woke up panting and started looking around as he was in his room "It's just a dream." He quickly looked at his phone. It was 1:00 am.
"Michael, are you alright?"
He turned around to see his father sitting on his bed with a concerned look on his face. "I heard you screaming."
Michael wiped the tears off his face. "Lucifer." His dad tilted his head in confusion.
"Who's Lucifer?"
"My friend."
His dad nodded his head. "So what about this Lucifer that made you scream?" Michael started shaking alot "H-he, dead."
His dad rose an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about son?"
Michael started to cry. "He's dead! All because of me!" His dad took his hand.
"I'm sure it's just a bad dream."
His dad got off his bed and kissed him on the head "Goodnight son hope this Lucifer will be ok."
His dad walked to his door and turned off the light before closing the door leaving Michael in darkness. "I hope Lucifer's ok."
He pulled up the cover and looked at the ceiling before closing his eyes. "Please be ok Lucifer, Please."
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Saint Michael the Archangel: A Novel
Historical FictionMichael was an ordinary human being before he became an angel he and Lucifer hated each other for days not until Michael finds out about Lucifer's past
