#Chapter6

Tripping. Stumbling. Flipping. Fumbling.

Michael felt clumsy. Every touch Lucifer placed upon his body. Every sneaky kiss. Every cuddle. Every time he talked to or about Michael. Michael found myself falling for the big bad wolf. He started seeing things, assuming of his past. Yet, could it be his past if he doesn't recollect or remember any of it?

It's been a week, an entire week of Michael's capture with Lucifer, and Raphael has not been taking it well. He's been starving himself, training nonstop, and going against his fathers' orders of attempting to go down to the pits of hell and reclaim his brother.

"We'll get him soon....