"She's just a kid!"
"She's a slave. Who cares if she's a kid?"
"I-I can't do that to a kid!"
The little girl looked at the 2 archangels in front of her.
She was small, and looked fragile.
She hadn't had a name.
No, she couldn't.
She didn't deserve it.
The archangel, the new one, Gabriel, looked at her with such... such pity, she wanted to scream.
She hated pity.
Hated it.
Michael and Lucifer were her masters.
Michael was the mean one. Lucifer was the nice one.
But... why though?
She thought Lucifer was the devil, and Michael... well, as nice as God!
But then again... Lucifer 'took care' of the bad people, and God made the bad things happen.
So maybe it was only RIGHT Lucifer was the nice one.
The girls teeth- they were chipped from being slammed into the walls and floor by Michael.
Lucifer never did anything like that.
He never hurt her, except on accident.
Lucifer was a clumsy guy.
Once, he was making tea, when he tripped and spilled the white hot liquid on her, making her scream in pain.
Michael was the one talking to Gabriel.
Gabriel's pity look made the girl feel... well, helpless.
Of course, she was.
But she didn't need to be made to FEEL like that.
At the hurt look on Gabriel's face, she felt hot tears slip down her face.
Michael grabbed her by her hair and forced her down.
"Bitch, I said never cry."
Michael banged her head onto the floor and ripped her up to stand, making her whimper.
Gabriel just stood in horror at what was happening.
Gabriel couldn't believe the good son was actually the bad one.
The girl said nothing did nothing. Just stood there after the abuse was over.
It was nothing.
It happened every day.
So why was Gabriel looking like that?
She gave a quizzical look at him, then put on her usual poker face as Michael looked back at her.
"I insist." Came the deathly calm voice of Michael.
"...At least let me talk to her in private first."
Michael gave a slight glare, then sighed, nodding.
Gabriel took the girl into his room, he conjured up with his archangel powers.
The girl closed her eyes, and breathed heavily, then stilled.
Gabriel made a sigh of defeat as she held this position.
Cracking one eye open, she looked at him with a wince like expression.
"Wh-what's wr-wrong?" Her stuttering brought Gabriel back into the real world.
"Oh kiddo..." Gabriel stood and ruffled her hair, and she winced, making Gabriel wince to.
"Sorry, didn't realize that'd hurt you."
She looked up at him with those innocent doe eyes.
"You didn't m-mean to?" Gabriel shook his head no.
"Of course not."
The girl looked down, then back up.
"Wh-why? D-don't I deserve f-for you to-"
Gabriel stopped her.
"Sh! Don't ever finish that sentence! You do not deserve anything that's been happening to you!"
She closed her mouth and made an "Mph." Sound.
"Y-you're different." She said, but didn't elaborate, even with Gabriel's mild begging.
"What's your name?" Gabriel asked.
Shrugging, the girl said, "I don't have one. Michael said I don't deserve it, and whenever Lucifer tries to name me, Michael hits him and then me."
Gabriel's slight cheerful mood suddenly went down the drain, and he darkened.
The girl's eyes widened in shock at Gabriel's next words, which shocked Michael and even Lucifer even more.
"I'm gonna buy you."