One shots

Cold

I shivered
my teeth chattered
Tears ran side ways down my face as my throat aches from sobbing. He always did this, my father had given me so many chances but I didn't want anymore. So I stayed in the middle that forest, screaming for hours as my wings burned slowly, painfully. A fire so hot it could kill god himself, it only burnt what he wanted it to burn.

I grabbed my hair wanting it to stop for them to be gone! So I removed them myself once and for all.

Heaven

By standers smiled smugly as their brother fell from the sky, as he hit the ground, as he screamed. It was satisfying every time,

Until he stood and somehow ripped them out. The holes in his back barely closing, the wings stayed on fire on the ground but he laughed through tears and they all stared shocked. " Did he?.." Michael asked and Uriel summoned a trash can only to dry heave for several minutes. " He can't-" Sariel started "- ever come back-" God swore which never ever happened. " Shit, well I won't undo that" they whipped around and eyes wide said loudly at their father " What?!" He nodded " it's be painful and he'd probably mess up again only to have the cycle repeat, It'd traumatize him more. "

Ground

I laid there for awhile. On the ground. I felt cold, I felt dirty. I felt like screaming until my throat was raw, felt like crying until my tears of blood made me dizzy. I started to regret it, then the tears and screams started.

My family, I'd never see them again. The only thing I had was them and now I was alone. I felt sick, like what I'd done was a crime that couldn't be forgiven. But the pain the blinding horrible pain, was gone. Replaced with a new emptiness a new cold that filled him. Surround him. It felt like he slowly went numb, the burn in his chest from taking such ragged breaths slowly faded and he let the numbness take him. He stayed on the ground until he passed out.

2000 years later

Satan laid in bed, it was his day off. Sunday ironically and Wednesday, he enjoyed the softness of his sheets and warmth under his covers. He'd woke himself to the nightmare of his family and it only successfully made him more tired. So now at 10 in the morning he stayed in bed. His shoulders ached, like the holes had never faded, like they bled everyday making him weaker some days.

He shivered and pulled on his oversized hoodie before putting on another sweat shirt over it. He grabbed his fuzzy socks and slippers before walking down the hall to the kitchen that bustled with work. "Morning Sue..." he said voice not clear yet. " Good morning sir how are you" She asked routinely " I'm good...I'm good... cold though" she smiled a little and said "well, it's normal temp in the castle but this room is especially cold you know"