Michael was alone at his home. Lucifer was gone and his mother was out somewhere he didn't know.

He was reading when a sharp pain flashed trough his back. Knowing what was happening but still overwhelmed by the waves of pain that kept on flowing in, he ran to the shower and stayed there, crumbled in a ball, water running on his bloody back.

A last, even more painful wave came in, making Michael scream as he felt the skin on his back being ripped open to give place to his wings. He stayed in the shower until he stopped shaking, which admittedly took another fifteen minutes, before standing and taking a look at his wings.

They were pure white, almost glowing from the was they shattered the light, and huge. For once, he was happy he lived in a mansion, because even in his large bedroom they were only opened at the two-third of their total length.

Michael smiled at the sight of his wings. They really were beautiful and he couldn't wait for Lucifer to see them. The only disadvantage was that he couldn't hide them. He had to go to school with these two large appendices in his back, facing everyone's judgement.

At least there was other angels at school, so he wouldn't exactly flash out, even though he remembered none of them to have such immense or beautiful wings.

Lucifer's night went fairly well compared to Michael's, the only thing bugging him was his constantly dry eyes. It wasn't until the next day, when he looked in the mirror, that he had the confirmation. His eyes were completely red, with black veins running trough. He couldn't help but think that was sick, and was looking forward to see what Michael turned out to be.

He took his car and drove to the school, curiosity twisting his stomach. He really couldn't wait to see Michael again.

He parked his car and saw a familiar black-haired man walking towards him. The thing was, he had wings. Beautiful, immense, shining white wings.

Lucifer walked to him, an unbelieving look on his face. Michael had wings. Michael was an Angel. How...

The moment Michael saw Lucifer get out of his car, Michael's heart fell. Seeing his red and black eyes, everything clicked in place.

They were soulmates. An Angel and a Fallen, soulmates, both named after archangels. Could it be? Were they the subject of the prophecy?

Nevertheless, he ran to Lucifer and hugged him tightly. Lucifer returned the hug, making sure not to touch his wings. He didn't know how they'd react and he didn't want to embarrass his boyfriend.

"Hey Michael. How- why are you-"

"Why are we soulmates when I'm an Angel and you're a Fallen? We're named after archangels, ringing any bells?"

"The prophecy?"

"I think so. Anyways, my bags are packed at home, so could we pass to take them after school?"

Lucifer was awestruck by how good Michael was with the fact that he was a Fallen, but also glad.

"Yeah, sure," Lucifer said, pecking his soulmate on the lips before taking his hand and walking inside.

Their classes went well, no one was bothered by the fact that they were two boys in a relationship and they couldn't be more happy about it.

When the classes ended, they made a quick stop my Michael's house to pick up what few belongings he had and then went to Lucifer's house.

His parents were happy to greet Michael in after he told them his story.

Michael followed Lucifer to his room and started unpacking. This place already felt like home, when his house never gave him the feeling he belonged.

Happy as he never was, Michael pulled Lucifer in a kiss, which soon turned into a make-out session, until Lucifer pulled away and groaned, trying to reach his back.

"Lucifer, what's happening?" Michael asked, concern in his voice.

"I- my back," Lucifer managed to say, before shutting his eyes closed in attempt to suppress the pain shooting through his back.

Michael pulled Lucifer's shirt off, revealing his reddened back.

"No, this can't be happening," Michael muttered, seeing two bumps grow and stir under Lucifer's skin.

"What's happening?"

"Wings. At least you got it better than me."

"Wi- wait, you got it worst? How?"

"Well, first you're able to understandably talk, second you're not alone, curved in a ball in a shower, third you're not screaming your pain and fourth, you're not bleeding and I can't understand why."

"You- ok yeah you got it worst." Lucifer cut himself with a loud groan as wings unfolded out of his back, but without ripping trough his skin.

His body relaxed as the pain flew away, wings on his back. They were a little smaller than Michael's, blood red fading to black on the tips ans seemed almost fiery.

"How could I have wings? I'm a- Mickey, why are your eyes like that?"

"What?" Michael said, running to the nearest mirror.

His eyes were plain, a marine blue with golden veins. With the blink of an eye, they were back to normal. He blinked again and they were plain. He had control on them.

"Hey, Lucifer," he said, walking back to where Lucifer was stretching his wings, "try to make them disappear."

"What? And how are your eyes back to normal?"

"Because I wanted them to be. Now, wish they weren't there."

Lucifer obeyed, and his wings disappeared. He looked behind him incredulously, before muttering "The Angel who fell and the Fallen who rose." under his breath.

"How-"

"I don't know more than you, Luce, but I think we might be concerned in a certain prophecy."