My name is Michael. I have four brothers.
You might have read about me in that book you’re all so fond of, or maybe you’ve seen me on a stained glass window somewhere. I like the windows, but the book sometimes causes more problems than it fixes.
You humans. Sometimes Dad couldn’t be prouder of you, sometimes he’s embarrassed, and sometimes you just make him ashamed.
Don’t take it too harshly, though. Dad’s used to being disappointed. And no matter how low you humans sink, you’ll never compare to him.
Lucifer.
I don’t call him by his other name, the one that begins with “S.” He