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The Palace was cold as ever... Then again when has it not been cold? As mortals call 'Hell' the neverending pits of inferno, a striking contrast from what, Lucifer, is feeling right now. He hasn't known warmth ever since the Fall, it's not like he's used to it (liar, you could never get used to the coldness. Not when you were created from light itself).
'Who am I kidding?' Lucifer thoughts to himself, sighing as he walks through the seemingly endless corridor. 'How could I ever deceived myself? When I am the Father of Lies' He continues as strolls along, reaching the hallway full of pictures. When he first fell with his wife, it took a while as they found the Sins as children; small and delicate nothing like the feared giants today.
"How amusing.. it feels like yesterday when me and Lilith found them."
Lucifer says with a smile, tired eyes full of adoration for ones who he loved like his own flesh and blood. How anyone could be scared of them was unknown to Lucifer, but then again, how could a father ever see his children as anything but small tiny creations full of hope.
"Hope..."
Looking at one particular picture, one where Lilith was by his side, and a small Charlie looking happy as a family. He can't help but tear-up, always having a soft heart that was harden with time and pain.
Lucifer didn't stop the tears from falling down his eyes, he knew he didn't have the right to mourn the loss of his family, the abrupt departure of his wife (Ex-wife? They did leave on a bad note..), the isolation he had for himself from the Sins and Charlie. 'Of course them too' He thought as he walks away, intending to go to his room (It used to be him and Lilith's though).
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Reaching towards his destination, he quietly opened the door and slipped into the room with the faintest sound, afraid of disrupting the silence of the Palace, afraid of someone hearing him. Pushing the thoughts away with a snap of his fingers his regal clothes have been changed into sleepwear; a large sweater that he would donned when he was feeling upset (Depressed). Getting onto the large bed, laying face up as he too faces his latest predicament.
"Sure- it may have been an.. impulsive reaction to any sane person- but I'm her father!"
Heavy breathing can be heard, one exhale later. "I've.. I've been blinded by anger- of course! As her father I.. I can't stand by and- and watch them belittle my daughter as if she's some kind of Fucking Whore!"
The room slightly shakes as he yells out the last words. Nevermind that he was yelling at the ceiling, with no one but him hearing the words.
"Ehem"
Okay- he was sure that he was the only one in the room, in the Palace even! (Save for the guards, maids- his employees- working the night shift). Maybe he was going crazy or worse schizophrenia! Maybe he should give Belphegor a call-
"I can assure you, Little brother. You are not going crazy in the slightest." The voice called out again- wait, did I say that out loud? And HOLD UP-
Sitting up straight, twisting his neck to the side with an audible crack, wide reds lock into lazy dark blues. "M-micah!?" Lucifer stutters out in between yelping and questioning the other, with eyebrows raised.
"Yes dear little brother?" Micah or Michael breathes out- Archangel Michael the Sword of God, commander of heavens armies- and his Elder Brother.
Moving his body, so Lucifer could face Michael from his bed, gives a questioning look. "Elder brother.. what a surprise..! Um- why are you here? Not that I-I appreciate the sudden visit! That is.."
He laughs nervously, not that he's afraid of his brother, heaven's- no- its because of the shared bond of siblings. You see Lucifer was never really cast out from Heaven, it was more like a father punishing his son for breaking the vase. He does in fact have a great relationship with his father and siblings, thank you very much. Michael doesn't say anything for a beat. In fact he stands motionless, staring at Lucifer with harden eyes. Sighing and ruffling his wings a bit, Michael was towards Lucifer from were he's sitting and kneels down in front of the other. Taking the youngers hands into his before speaking in a soft tone- or as soft as the Archangel can do.
"Little brother.. how have you been?" Michael asks with concern in his being.
"H-how have I-I been? Well- you know! I'm f-fine.. I'm great! Actually. Of course I've been.. busy! Yes busy with king stuff- stuff? Delegating, working, meetings..."
"I find it hard to believe that brother. You know better than to lie to me, not when our shared bond says otherwise."
Michael states calmly, as Lucifer deflates in defeat. Of course, how could you ever lie when the truth is right in front of you. In the end, the person you're trying to blind is yourself.
"I.. I'm sorry Micah. I promise it isn't serious, I just.. I just failed as a father yet again."
The younger exhausts, falling back into the bed, hands covering his face, muffling a low screech. Michael groans in annoyance, getting up and crossing his arms with a forming frown on his whole face.
"Your.. daughter? Lucifer you've kept that thing-"
"She's not a thing, Micah!"
"-Your creation for two centuries now. I do believe you are getting too attached in whatever that is you see in.. her. The question, that I beg for an answer, is why do you still have her around when Lilith has already left you."
"Well Micah, I consider my own creation as my own blood and flesh now. So sorry for being so affected by failing her over and over again! Like- I'm the literal King of Hell! For crying out loud!"
"Cut the King of Hell, bullshit! You claim that creation as your daughter, the one who you gave everything for! The one who you love immensely even after every mistake it made and continues to make more! The one who had ignored you for years on end! The one who believed that you were a horrid of a soul and the same one that has continuously disregarded your own being in favor of another!"
The inhabitants of the room fell silent at the last words. Lucifer could only stare up to meet Michael's gaze, the words bringing forth the truth he so desperately tried to bury all these years. Both Archangels engaged into an unsaid staring match as both tried to read one another waiting for the other to pick up where they left off- rather where the exchange had ended. 'The room feels cold again', Lucifer thinks taking in Michael's full form for the first time since the two met. The heavenly figure that stood in front of him was no longer the Archangel Michael, the Sword of God, commander of heavens vast armies, the protector of heaven- rather Michael Morningstar- the eldest of the Morningstar siblings, the quiet but loving elder brother, the one who tended Lucifer's wounds and distraught's. The brother that Lucifer loves very much, that Lucifer would rather let their Father smite him for the rest of eternity than let Michael ever think Lucifer didn't absolutely love his Elder brother.
“Little brother.. Luzbel.. Luci.. you always did see the best in everyone, even if you deny it after becoming the literal Devil. I- we may never see your.. daughter as the way we see you but.. this has gone too far Luci.”
Michael moves towards Lucifer in two strides, taking a sit beside the other. Eyes closing to take a deep breath, slightly hesitating to continue, seemingly trying to find the right words that would get through Lucifer but wouldn't upset him too much.
“I do not wish to hurt you more than you already are, I only wish that you would see, the ones you love the most are the ones who are hurting you.”
By now Michael is getting worried, Lucifer isn't responding, he's just staring directly at the older for whatever reason, Michael can not phantom. It didn't take too long when Lucifer suddenly jumped up towards the older and tackling him into a hug, Michael relaxing himself as he let them fall backwards onto the bed. The hug was desperate yet comforting for both brothers not long after the sniffling began from the younger, that turned into soft sobs whilst the older was holding the other in a tight embrace murmuring affection and sweet nothings. Lucifer didn't need to be calm downed, he needed to let out. The emotional weight that's been bottling up within him and the partial-isolation, he submitted himself. Michael knew what his little brother needed right now, and that was a shoulder to cry on, not a solution to fix what's been unrepairable from the start.
“I'm sorry Micah…”
Lucifer says right into the elders neck, it was weak and soft. Michael chuckled, suppressing any means to laugh even more.
“Why are you apologizing Little brother?”
“.. for getting snot on you”
“...”
”.....”
“You little shi-!”
“Shhh, you love me anyways”
Michael sighs, not gracing the other with an answer, instead nuzzling into the youngers hair. Lucifer laughs at the elder, soft laughs fill the room much like the olden days were both were much more younger– decades, centuries, millennia– eons ago. When it was only them (with their siblings) and their dear Father and the soft light created by their Father. Fledglings running around , surrounded by the soft light that Father God had created, playing as fledglings and growing up as saints, bearers of order, balance, life and light. Lucifer previously Luzbel, bringer of light and… Father’s favorite. Jealousy wasn’t uncommon between all yet it never truly bloomed to vile darkness, pettiness can be said but never true harm.
“You know.. It has been quite a while since we last held a family dinner, Luci”
“What are you saying Micah.”
Lucifer looks at the older, with a knowing look. He knew what the other was implying but the King of Hell can’t simply turn away from his duties no matter if the said errand is a long awaited family gathering.
“I’m implying that our family hasn’t seen each other in a long time. A century ago to be exact.. It wouldn’t hurt to rest and spend time with the family for a week at least.”
“...Would the others really be there?”
“Of course little brother. They wouldn't miss it for the world.”
Truly a man with little word he is, Lucifer thought. Yet with little words comes genuinely from the heart, doesn't matter if his brother doesn't utter a word, he would always know what needs to he said, he knows Michael enough to read him in just one glance nevermind that they haven't lived together for eons.
'I suppose I better get ready for a visit above', Lucifer thoughts with a smile. It had been far too long since their last get-together, it would be nice to get away from Hell's politics for a while…
'I should inform the others though…’ can't have Hell running loose while he's gone. Future Lucifer can worry about that, for now present Lucifer can nap with his elder brother.
“Yeah a nap would be nice…” Lucifer mumbles, face tucking into Micheals shoulder, drifting away to the endless.
“Worry not dear little brother for when you wake up, I will be here.”
‘Yeah thats seems nice’, as Lucifer fell asleep in Micheal’s arms, feeling like a child once more, a new born that his Father created not with purpose but to bring forth light and joy to the ever orderly balance of the Heavens.