I Could Save Him

“Ahh, Michael and Desolation - the two love birds have reunited,” Father said. He still stood as a god, his voice echoing the thunder around us. “After all this time you couldn’t find yourself another girl, Michael? Someone with, perhaps, less baggage, as they say?”

Michael’s eyes shone with love for me. Everything else was bathed in darkness.

“You may have loved him once, Desolation, but he’s no longer yours.” Father took a step toward Michael. “Look at him. He’s a Gardian, clothed in righteousness and light. And what are you?”

When he faced me, I struggled to fight the urge to bend beneath his gaze. “You are an anomaly - you don’t belong anywhere. And you could never belong to him.”

His voice rang like a hammer in my mind, each word a blow that broke my heart into a million pieces.

“You’re wrong,” Michael said, his soft voice an utter contrast to Lucifer’s.

“You are wrong,” I whispered, to no one but myself.