This story was pretty much just written and posted without much of a thought. I might rewrite it at some point, if I feel like it. The title doesn't have much to do with the story itself. Much.

Warning: This fic gives the Arch Angel Michael the ability of human feeling and has similarities to a tribute to the lord of the east, Lucfer.

The bridge of London

Running through the endless fields of Eden, the young angel turned his head with a smile to shout playfully over his shoulder how slow "Mika" was. Of course I was slower than he. I had merely two wings, after all. Those are the memories I've always cherished.

I remember him as the most radiant angel ever created. All others bowed their heads in his presence, even I. But Lucifer, he bowed for no one. Whenever the question rose, he would ask "Why should I?" That stubborn pride of his was where all the trouble began. I still curse him for it. Not even at the danger of being cast away did Lucifer allow his pride to bend. And so he fell from Etemenanki. The beautiful wings, all but two, caught fire from the simple speed of his fall and burned to nothing. Legions upon legions of angels followed the falling star. Beliar, the first born angel, dove freely; folding his wings and quickening his descend. But whether it was so he could get away from heaven or so he could catch Lucifer's fall I cannot know.

How I curse his name and his pride. Even now, that I have taken his place as the most beloved angel. Heaven is no home without him. Why did he fall, extinguishing the brightest light? Taking away the eternal sarcasm no other dared to speak he made Heaven feel dead.

Years and years went by without a word of information. Slowly it came believed that all who were fallen had not survived. And one day, surprising all, Uriel rose from Sheol and walked through Eden and Heaven. Every angel stopped in his wake, awestruck by the sight.

"Why is he here?"

Ignoring all others, as if we were alone in Etemenanki, the darker angel stepped up to me, carrying a smile of both happiness and amusement. He said but one word.

"Gehenna."

As if the name of something unknown was all that was needed in order to explain. Gehenna? Gehenna. And Uriel laughed with mirth, sensing my confusion. Lucifer, beyond both Sheol and Abaddon, had created Gehenna. Sanctuary for all who were forsaken. Sanctuary for all devils and lilims. He took them all under his wing. And there he was loved and there he ruled, though not alone. With Beliar on one side and Lilith on the other, he listened to the words of all the highest, of Samael and Astarte and Belzebul and even the feared beast Leviathan. And I hated him even more. Though I refuse to admit, I found myself jealous.

The bright morning star had spoken his mind and taken the penalty for such, yet his light had not dimmed, but grown. He sat on his throne, now stronger that ever, fearless and without regret. Still holding true to his beliefs. Oh how I hated him. How I vowed to hate him.

As years passed I caught the briefest glimpse of an former friend in Gabriel's mirror, and so I departed for earth. As I walked the illuminated streets I found him leaning against the railing of the Tower Bridge in London. Silently I stepped up beside him, not knowing what to say. Not caring to say anything. The night grew deeper as we stood in silence. Humans walked past us, showing no interest in anything. Yes, that is the human nature, isn't it?

As the first rays of the morning sun cast their light on the eastern horizon, Lucifer turned to me for the first time. He smiled as if nothing had changed since our time in Eden. And thrown of guard I found myself coaxed to return his smile. And as he softly kissed my cheek, a whisper of a morning breeze over my skin, whispering: it's been so long, I loved him and adored him. And I detested the hold this fallen creature had over me.