Just a boy
Asmodeus, son of Michael and Lucifer, was never going to be allowed to stay in heaven. It was obvious to many. He was the son of two of God's strongest angels. When the day finally came, the residents were heartbroken but resigned to the toddler's death.
They had known it was coming from when first started to speak. He questioned. He tried to change. He was new ideals and dangerous thoughts. More so when he started training with his father's armies.
The commander of all of heavens military, the Sword of God, stood looking down at the new recruits. Micheal shook his head when he heard his son ask why they needed an army if they were the only magical ones put there. He tried to dissuade his son's dangerous ideals. He tried to get him to conform.
Lucifer smiled as his son asked why things were happening a certain way. He loved his curiosity and tried to get him to explore everything. He wanted him to find his own meanings for things instead of shoving him in a box.
It meant that when he questioned God to his face, no one was surprised. People turned their heads as the Almighty tore the child's wings from his back. They said nothing at the sickening snap of the boys leg. When some gasped as the boy was tossed from the heavens, they quickly fell silent again at the Lords look. They turned their backs as Lucifer jumped to get his son and stood out of the way of some of the bolder angels that soon followed after the boy.
They kept their mouths shut and kept moving and working. They didn't want to drawl attention to themselves. After that, they would conform just to save themselves the pain. The boy became a story a warning for the young angels.
They pretended not to notice as Micheal deteriorated. They said nothing at the marks that appeared on him after his meetings with God. There wasn't anything they could do against the being who had given them life.
The angels did nothing for the boy when he was young. They didn't have the strength, but they never forgot him or his questions. They never forgot his smile and how he lit up the room. They never forgave themselves either. He had been just a boy, after all. They should have taught him better.
