"Why not?" Lucifer demanded. "Because it’s a dinosaur.” Michael replied. Clutching the proceratops to his chest, Lucifer made a face. "So?" He sniffed. "That’s not a reason." "Yes, it is." Michael rolled his eyes. "Dad said no creations in heaven. You know that." "So?" "So get rid of it." "No." "Yes."
At first Michael hoped his Father would rescue him. He was never meant to be here. He had always followed his orders. He tried to tell himself that Father was testing his faith. But as the years went, he started losing hope.
The place itself was a nightmare. It knew all his insecurities, and…
in stories featuring aliens, they’re always like “on my planet this never happens!” or “in my culture, this differs from your human culture.” and that’s neat and all because i like worldbuilding and all that jazz but wouldn’t it be fun if they just. couldn’t do that?