**Lucifer**
I head into Angel and I's room holding a tray with blueberry pancakes and bacon and orange juice. 

Angel lies in her bed last asleep as ibset the tray down and try to wake her.

"Angel.. hey Angel its time to get up." I shake her slightly. "C'mon angel it's time to wake up, I even cooked up some pancakes, blueberry at that." I open her eye and it's all pitch black. 'God damn you Satan.' I think towards him as I call out to Saint Michael.

Saint Micheal, the man who served our dinner last night, appears next to me."This is an issue Lucifer, a big one. She is supposed to be your wife. Satan is becoming a problem and even I will admit that we need help. But the holy one will not grant us any aid, we have no access to the void Lucifer, we have no way to pull her out." Hearing this I sit on my bed staring at her, feeling lost and desperate as the pull of our soulmate connection flicker then grow then fade then flicker again.

"Satan is messing our bond, WHHHYY!??!" I yell in frustration, feeling more emotions then im used to."I finally meet her and get her down here and he has to fuck it up! GOD DAMN YOU BROTHER!" I hear the faint laughter of my brother, Satan.