Work Text:
Leone Abbacchio had always felt as if he were an actor, playing a role in his own life. Reciting lines as required, doing as he was told.
Then, he fell from grace. The former-favorite. Playing Satan. His paradise, lost . Buoying himself up with booze, the blood of his partner on his hands and staining his suit.
…At least, until he met Bucciarati.
In Passione, he was no longer playing a part. He could just be him. The first real family he had. The first real home.
Perhaps he was proof of the impossible: that a fallen angel could be redeemed.