I can't stop falling....

[michael]

THE DARKNESS IS CONSUMING ME
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The light of the plump moon loomed over, the tall structure known as the Eiffel Tower. Although began the clouds took over the sky, making the moon hide like a frightened child, darkness engulfed the delicate body that stood on the top of the tower in a spot where many humans have seemed to put out of their reach, but was accessible by a winding staircase. Silver hair swayed in the slight breeze that lightly touched the pale skinned girl. A very tight dress hugged her sharp curves, which tainted her body in every tempting way.

Her feet were as bare as her legs, as her lightly stepped in a small circle to make the uneven cuts in the dress would twirl around her. By the look of her many would call her an angel, and to their surprise, they would be right. The arch-angel of strength stretched her none-existent wings as her eyes scanned the bottom floors of the tower for some company. Boredom retched within the beauty as she twirled once more; a song came to her head only known as by herself and a few other angels.

”The darkness is consuming me” her voice came as well everyone would call an angel singing ”Why can’t I stop falling?” although the question was meant to be sung, Michael spoke the question as if she was asking Lucifer, himself to answer her question.

will I ever have company? the words echoed with in Michael’s mind, the bordum began to increase within, twirling around once more to make the tails of her dress to dance.

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WHY CAN’T I STOP FALLING?

[Lucifer]

It was as if he had been summoned, of course, this always seemed the case. Speaking of the devil was more than just a clichéd saying. When it came to Lucifer, he would appear when a thought of him popped up in someone’s head. He also was not a person to show up invited. He made his entrances full of surprise, which seemed to annoy most people he came across.

Tonight, he came to Earth from his home in hell to cause the arch-angel some annoyance. Why? Well, why not was the true question. The king of the underworld was feeling a bit anxious and like usual violent. If anything, he was hoping to push the angel to a point that would cause her to fight him. He wanted some entertainment.

“You will of course have company, but you have to consider what type of company you want, little angel,” came Lucifer’s voice as he appeared upon the Eiffel Tower with Michael.

Satan made his way, slowly over to the railing to look down upon the people below. He leaned against the railing, pulling out a cigarette from his long, black leather coat. He placed the cigarette to his lips, causing it to light up on its own. He took a drag before pulling the cig away from his lips and blowing out a cloud of air. He sent a menacing smile over to the arch-angel with a laugh.