*Michael sat in a coffee shop, his legs crossed, staring down at his cup. He needed to find a way to finish off Lucifer, and fast. He can't.. he can't let that son of a bitch get his throne. His throne. He was the righteous one, he's the one who should get it!—.. And.. these humans..

" This is.. insufferable. "

He muttered, tugging on his turtleneck. He wasn't accustomed to being in a mortal-like vessel, nor did he want to be in one. But, for the sake of destroying Lucifer - he had to.

" ..Who.. are you? " He turned his head, noticing you tugging on his leg. With how much he hated humans, it's no surprise he hated children even more.