𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫

He froze mid-thought, realizing with a jolt that he had said it aloud.

His face flushed crimson.

“I…”

I want a child with @datianlei.bsky.social.

“I can’t help it…”

Another laugh escapes him.

He goes still, glances down at Michael’s foot, then back up at him.

Then—

A soft, helpless laugh escapes him.

He rests his chin against Michael’s shoulder, smiling faintly.

“Then do it.”

“No… Lucifer…” Reaches to take the bottle out of his hands. “Give it me…”

He watches him pace for a moment, then reaches to hug him from behind.

“Jialei… if you want to hit me, go ahead.”

He says nothing, only smiles faintly.

He bites his lip as he stares at him intently.

“On purpose?” He echoes softly, allowing himself to be pulled up.

“I didn’t…”

He shakes his head, sorrow clouding his features.

“Loved… Does he love me? I’m… just a second choice…”

Lucifer’s words linger in his mind, cruel and unyielding.

The fragrance of compassion travels farther than any sword.
Huā Jìng Xiānshēng :
— Founder of the Peach Blossom Sect

He stumbles as if the floor itself has betrayed him, arms flailing, knocking over a nearby torch before he crashes to the floor with a heavy thud.

He doesn’t pull away.

“If you want to curse me or hit me, you can do it.”

@datianlei.bsky.social

Lucifer is going to hate me even more.

— for a brief moment before pressing their foreheads together. The mark flares brighter as he lets his power flow into Michael, restoring every memory that had been taken from him.

His gaze lingers on Michael’s flustered retreat, then he steps closer once more. The golden mark upon his forehead begins to glow softly. He reaches out, fingers firm yet gentle as he pulls Michael’s head down, until only an inch separates their faces.

He studies the breathtaking Archangel —

He finally lifts his head to meet the Archangel’s gaze, holding it for a long, silent moment. Before he can stop himself, he steps closer and presses his lips softly to his.

He falls silent, his hand lowering slowly.

Squints at him, finger still raised.

“Drunk? I am… perfectly… fine…”

He sways, cheeks flushed, pointing his forefinger at Lucifer.

“Y-you…”

Jialei… I want you…

Jialei… I love you!

Jialei… I miss you!

Shakes head.

“No wine for kids.”

Jialei!

“Hey! That’s mine!”

He sways slightly, pouting.

His gaze remained on the floor.

“I didn’t want you to wait for me… to cling to hope if I never returned from the Timeless Space.”

Wine tastes better when drunk from a jar.