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The first time Mals met the Eldest, they were both still in Haven. Both could still trust their family. Both were still recognized as loyal and important through their father's eyes.
Michael was off somewhere doing something with his brothers and sisters, so Mals was left alone. He didn't like being alone. Alone meant Mel could talk to him, and he had nothing to distract him from the murderous thoughts of his constant companion. So he stayed silent, tried to think of things he wanted to do when Michael came back, and willed Mel to shut up for once.
Lucifer's soft voice broke the silence. "Maeline, right?"
Mals wasn't used to others talking to him. He was important, a very powerful angel, but many thought of him as odd for his silence and fascination towards other 'magical entities'. Needless to say, Michael, his two sisters, and Mel were really the only ones who talked to him. He whipped around, greeted by the sight of the tall, pale angel behind him. Lucifer's three sets of wings were out, but tucked in, probably to avoid hitting them on any trees in the dense forest.
"Um, people usually call me Mals." The younger angel replied, his usually confident voice turned quiet by terror. After all, the Eldest was far more powerful than him, and if he thought that Mals wasn't quite 'up to standards'... well, only one of them would be coming out of the forest, that's for sure.
Lucifer sat by him at the edge of the river, his beautiful pastel blue eyes fixed on the smaller angel. "Really? I like that. My siblings call me Luci, but I think yours is far better."
Mals couldn't help but blink in a puzzled way. This was Lucifer? One of the six Powerful Ones? The first angel ever created? He didn't seem like a leader at all. In fact, he seemed... kind. Not exactly what he was expecting.
"What? Is something wrong?" Lucifer asked, tilting his head ever so slightly, in a cute bird-like way. The way the Eldest looked at him... it wasn't the way other angels looked at him. Like he was just another one of them. Lucifer looked at him as if he was special. It felt vaguely familiar, having someone look at him like that, but Mals couldn't put his finger on it.
"Oh, um, no. Sorry, Lucifer. I just... I-I blank out sometimes. Get lost in my own thoughts." He replied, a bit of a stutter in his words. Lucifer frowned a bit, not in a mean or sad or angry way, more in a... slightly disappointed way. Like he was expecting Mals to something and he failed. It twisted the smaller one's insides even further into a knot. Did he do something wrong?
"Call me Luci, please, Mals. Lucifer's too formal. I don't want it to be that way between us, you know?" He said, and Mals nodded. As soon as he agreed, Lucifer's features eased into a small little smile, and it made the younger angel happy, freeing some of the tension in his gut. For a few minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, before Lucifer broke it again.
"I think I like you Mals. I know you've never really talked to me, or me to you, but I've seen you. The way you're always thinking, the way you show more emotion than any other angel. You stay quiet when you're around your family, but with Michael you're funny and playful. I like that about you. You remind me a lot of myself. And... well, I've just always wanted to say hi. I hope you don't mind." Mals glanced up from where he'd been watching colorful fish swim by in the consistent flow of water. Suddenly, he recognized the way Lucifer was looking at him. It was the same way Michael looked at him. Like he was... amazing and unique and the most wonderful person in all of the universe.
"No... I don't. I think I like you too, Luci." And Mals didn't have to lie, not like when he had to lie to his brother or those annoying angels who thought he'd want to be their friend. He really did like Lucifer.
Every time Mals met the Eldest after that, he always had that look. It made him feel good. Different from the way Michael made him feel good, but it wasn't a bad different. Michael made him happy, yes. Made him feel outgoing and confident. Lucifer made him feel like he was the most important creature ever.
Even when they fell from Haven. Even when they fought, and hugged, and cried on each other's shoulder. Lucifer always had that spark in his eyes when he looked at Mals. And Mals was sure he had the same thing for Lucifer, too.