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“Hey, Frank... Do you think I could have another, eh... mirror?”
Michael had looked at him sheepishly and Frank had agreed though it had turned out to be easier said than done. After the mirror ‘incident’, Lucifer had banned all mirrors because the devil does nothing halfway, does he? But after a bit of haggling with Belios, Frank had eventually gotten his hands on a little pocket mirror.
It looks ridiculously small and feminine in Michael's hands but that doesn't stop the angel from staring into it, mesmerised by his own mirror image.
“Did you know Lucifer and I are mirror twins,” he speaks softly. “I'm the left to his right. The darkness to his light.” Michael caresses the cold hard surface of the mirror, his dark eyes filled with longing.
“I've never...” he hesitates and that's when Frank sees the first sign of tears.
“I’ve only ever seen Lucifer’s face in the mirror and I could never understand...” Michael touches his own cheek, poking it as if to check its authenticity. “We have the same face, but...” He chuckles, looking like he's about to shatter as the first mirror did. “I'm real, right? You see me?” Michael's eyes are gleaming, and his breath catches on a sob. He lightly traces the scar with his fingers, “I’ve never seen myself.”
He snaps the mirror shut and wipes his eyes. “They never wanted me, Father. I'm exactly the same and nobody wanted me...”
He looks down. “And I never knew why.”