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It starts, like all romances do, when a boy meets a girl.
Well, not quite.
It all starts when an angel meets a demon.
They have had millennia to dance around each other, but Heaven and Hell have separated them. She is born out of darkness and death, a creature beautiful despite everything, but designed for breaking things, not healing them.
He is born out of the creation of the universe, the holiest union between God and Goddess, a beacon of light. The Archangel, the bringer of justice, the warrior in the fight against the dark.
But the Rebellion has broken him, his body as well as his spirit, twisted him into something nearly as bitter and vengeful as she once was. He is filled with a hatred of his brother, the beloved Samael, the one people always love, always want, always desire , despite the fact that he is quite literally the devil.
God has imbued Sam with an easy charm, a light-heartedness that draws men and women to him. And what has their dear father bestowed on Michael?
The heaviness of responsibility, the ability to draw out people’s fears, a need to fade into the background even as Sam shines in the light. They always have been two sides of the same coin, but Michael can’t help but feel like he’s been slighted somehow.
That he’s spent his entire existence trying to measure up to someone who looks exactly like him, but whom he will never, ever be.
Maze has devoted her existence to her king, and my oh my, how much fun they had in Hell. She relished being his right-hand, his favored demon, his most skilled torturer. She is unparalleled in her skills, something that Lucifer knows firsthand — in and out of the bedroom.
But she doesn’t know why she thinks he cares . While she was loyal enough to follow him out of Hell and into this strange, annoyingly live-human-filled place called Earth, he’s been ignoring her since he found his detective.
She’s hurt, broken, terrified of being abandoned in this new world, and above all, angry . Angry enough to almost kill her king’s beloved Chloe. Almost.
Things change, and one Dr. Linda Martin helps her see this. She becomes friends and then roommates with said detective, finds herself strangely attached to the detective’s offspring, and discovers a true friend in Linda.
Despite it all, Maze still feels like she’s missing something. That there’s something terribly wrong with her (other than the fact that she literally has no soul) for everyone to find their happy endings while she gets abandoned, time after time again.
It has been said that hurt brings people together more than happiness, and that, my dear readers, is how Maze and Michael begin a wary partnership.