First TDIAPT story, hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the idea for this story.

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He stretched out and looked over to the time on the computer. 1:56 am. He glanced back, just to make sure. Yep, both Maou and Ashiya were fast asleep. He sighed.

The purple-haired boy switched off the computer and helped himself up by taking support from the wall. He looked out of the window and gazed longingly at the full moon.

It especially on nights such as these that he felt incredibly lonely. With the light breeze and faint smell of monsoon.

He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and put them on. He took the apartment key and slowly tip-toed out of the room and closed the door silently.

Slipping into a pair of comfortable shoes, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked out of the lobby. From there, he spread his dark feathery wings and flew off.

Soaring through the sky, he realized how much he had missed flying. He adored his wings. They were his most prized possession. He could remember how much it hurt when Emilia had sliced them as easy as slicing through cheese. It was horrible.

He stopped just outside the park and walked in. It was quiet and calm. Almost soothing.

He walked over to a swing and sat down. He stared at the moon expressionlessly as he finally gave in to the voices in his head.

You're worthless. You're not an angel. They discarded you. You're not a demon either. You don't belong there. You're a fallen angel. The one that is always alone, disregarded, misunderstood, unwanted, unloved. You don't belong anywhere.

He smiled to himself. The voices were right. He shook his head, chuckling. It was all true. He wasn't accepted anywhere. Betrayal and hurt was all he got.

You're a bloody defect.

He snickered. It was true. Nobody cared about him anyway. The computer was a great distraction. It distracted him from himself, his feelings.

I wish Emilia had really killed me. Some hero she is, can't even kill me. Pathetic.

He shook his head. He was going to go insane. His body was begging for rest. But he couldn't sleep either. Nightmares of his past haunted him. He'd rather be sleep deprived that see himself in those nightmares.

Yet again, here he was grasping onto his life, even though nobody else wanted him. Who would ever a want a defect? Nobody, of course.

He felt someone's presence as he heard someone sit on the swing next to him. He turned his head to face the person who was crazy enough to be coming to the park at the middle of the night.

Recognizing the face, he put on a smile.

"Suzuno."

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Well this was my perspective of Lucifer since he has a rough past and since I'm kinda obsessed with his character. :)

I might turn this into a two-shot later.

All of you who might be wondering why I specifically put Suzuno there, it's because they're the only two who have vaguely similar pasts.

I don't think this is too great but since it's 2 am here, this was something that came to my mind. :)