Of Dust and Nations by therapeutic_dose
G | 1.2k words | Complete
Summary:
On the worst days…
He walks.
An angel of light and love and giving, breathing dust and dirt and filth in dark, lonely halls, as empty and abandoned as he is.
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Lucifer, in the hours before Charlie calls with a request to meet with Heaven.
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Note: I originally posted this on tumblr, then AO3 a few days ago. Thought I'd post the link here!










