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Michael was not one to actually care for other people, even if they were his brothers. Not after his twin was thrown into hell after having rebelled against their Father.
Not that he was with him in that one. But it hurt to be separated from his other half.
He was used to feeling all Samael felt, anger, sadness, and other emotions alike. And even if he didn't show it he actually still cared a lot for Samael.
So it was no surprise to anyone, really, anyone that he was madly angry after he was told by Amenadiel, his older brother, that his twin brother had been hurt by the filthy species of humans.
He had been completely blinded by rage as he walked past his older brother, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
He quickly found himself outside his father's quarters, he didn't hesitate to open the door of his father's office. He was met by his father standing in the middle of the room. His father had been already waiting for him.
"Where's Samael?" He asked, looking directly at the eyes of his father, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"He's resting in the infirmary of Raphael's quarters " Michael was about to take off but his father's voice spoke again. "You're not to see him right now."
Michael, surprised and angry, looked in his father's direction, "What."
"You're not to see your brother at the moment, he's still healing from the attack he's suffered on earth."
Michael clenched his hands into fists, dangerously looking at his father, "You can't fucking stop me from seeing my twin!" Michael said in a sinister tone, the one he used when killing his victims.
"There's no need to speak in that tone, and it's just to let your brother rest."
"I need to see him, NOW." Michael replied, unfazed by his father's tone at him.
"..." God looked at his son, and saw through all that anger, there was worry, he was deeply scared, the angel of darkness was scared of what could've happened to his twin brother, the lightbringer, the light to his darkness.
"You can see him. " God spoke in a final tone, just being able to feel as his knight fled to Raphael's infirmary.
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Lucifer rested comfortably in the infirmary's bed. At least until the door of the room abruptly burst open, surprisingly revealing his twin standing in the doorframe.
Lucifer quickly sat in the bed, speaking in a raspy voice, "Michael?..."
It wasn't long before his twin brother was suddenly by his side, taking his face into his hands. "Samael!" Michael whispered in horror as he saw his twin's body covered in bandages, with still healing injuries and broken bones.
"Who did this to you?" Michael spoke darkly, as he released his twin's face and instead materialized into his hand a dark sword.
Lucifer tensed at the last question, quickly looking away rather than looking at his twin.
"Samael. Who the fuck did this to you?!" Lucifer flinched away just slightly at the loud voice of his twin.
"Humans." Lucifer said, still refusing to look at his twin in the eye.
"I know it was humans, but give me names Samael, tell me the names of those who hurt you!" Michael angrily begged at his twin.
Lucifer started playing with his hands, failing to actually elaborate an answer that could possibly avoid saying the names, specifically... hers.
At his twin's lacking response Michael instead switched tactics. "Samael, i fear that if i must i won't hesitate to ask Father, and you know that he'll give me them. But i trust you to tell them to me, you know that they hurt you. And i know that you wouldn't refuse to tell me the names if it didn't matter to you." Michael disappeared his sword, sitting with his twin in the bed.
"Who were they?" Asked Michael once again, this time hiding any trace of anger in his voice to avoid further stressing his twin.
"They were..." Lucifer chose to start with the easiest one, "Father Kinley..." Lucifer watched as his twin quickly angered, but only whispered under his breath «I should've guessed it would've been a stupid priest».
Lucifer continued after breathing in, even if he didn't actually needed air to exist, "Cain, you know him. The first killer haha..." Lucifer said with a hint of humor in his voice, that his twin didn't notice or found funny at all.
"The fucking first killer hurt you?..." Michael growled, this time he didn't try to hide the pure anger in his voice. "I'm going to torture him, kill him and erase his soul from the very existence, i don't care if Father doesn't agree with me!" Michael said in a murderous tone. He already had a million ideas for how to torture the pieces of scum that dared to hurt his twin brother–the Lightbringer.
"..." Lucifer now looked at his brother, puzzled by what he was hearing, but decided to focus on telling his brother... her name. He did think to avoid telling him her name, but he figured out it would be no good to hide that truth to his twin.
"And... The Detective Chloe Decker, she was also... present. " Lucifer said, feeling sick just by saying her name, when days ago he would've probably said it with something close to 'love'.
He really was a fool for having believed that someone actually loved him, wasn't he?
"Who's that human?" Michael's voice spoke, with a hint of anger but also curiosity.
"She was... my partner. Or so i thought that. " Lucifer spoke, with hurt clear in his voice. Michael caught that tone, and was quick to stood up. His sword materialized in his hand once again.
But before he fled, Lucifer spoke in a soft tone, "Just, don't hurt her... " And with that Michael fled to earth.
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Michael appeared inside of a church, where he was met with an old man, that he supposed was the priest Kinley that Samael had spoken about. Michael took the man by the collar of his shirt and stabbed him with his sword, right in his abdomen. He took the sword in his hands, watching as it was covered in the filthy blood of this being. He then stabbed his left eye, the man screamed in pain but was quickly silenced off with a look that Michael gave him.
Not much time later the man bled to death, his younger sister Azrael made her presence known, "Take this soul to a cell, and make sure he's in a constant pain." He said to her before vanishing into thin air.
He found himself in an office, a police department he could tell by his surroundings. He spotted in a chair the easily recognizable face of the first killer to ever exist in the human species—Caín.
Michael appeared behind the man, the sword in his hand turning a deep black. He stabbed the man through his heart, watching as the man turned around, surprised to see an angel behind him, with the face of Lucifer.
"Lucifer?" Caín gasped for air, blood flowing out of his body.
"Not exactly." Said Michael with a sadistic smirk, instead showing off the darkness of his wings before he pierced Cain's abdomen with his hand and took his soul.
He then stood without moving, and summoned Azrael.
"What do you need Michael—?" Azrael stared with wide eyes at the sword in his brother's right hand, he hadn't used it since a lot of eons ago. But she was even more surprised when she saw that in Michael's left hand laid a soul.
"Whose soul is that?" Azrael curiously asked.
"Caín, the first killer. Put him in the same place that you placed the Kinley man." Michael said, passing instead the soul to Azrael.
"But won't dad get angry because you killed Caí—?" Azrael was left speaking alone.
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Michael found himself in a human house, far too normal for the sins that the human that lived here had caused to his twin brother.
He hears footsteps and turns around, he finds a child, around ten years old in humans years. When the human child sees him she gasps.
"Lucifer?"
Michael doesn't answer to that, how does the small kid know his twin's title?
"Are you back? Mom said that you were gone missing! But i told her that you couldn't have because you're the devil! She didn't answer to that."
Michael looked curiously at the child, a female human child. A quite young one. "What's your name, kid?" Michael said.
"Did you lost your memory? I'm Trixie!" The child said, curiously touching with her hands his armour.
"I'm not Lucifer, i'm his twin brother Michael." Michael looked at the little child that was now gasping.
"And where's Lucifer? Did you hurt him?" The child asked worriedly as she looked at the tall angel that stood before her.
Michael tensed at the accusation but answered the child, "I would never hurt my twin, and he's currently at heaven. He's being healed as he was hurt here on earth."
The child's eyes widened, she was worried for his twin brother, "Can i go see him?" The little human asked.
Michael looked at her, she seemed like she actually cared for his twin, maybe he could just take her and then return her, no big deal at all.
"Maybe. Also, do you know who Chloe Decker is? "
The human child answered easyly, "Yes! She's my mom."
Michael hummed, "And where's your mom right now?"
"She's in her room!" Trixie said.
Michael considered his options, he could now take the child to Samael, and then return to take the soul of Chloe Decker, or he could first take the soul and take the child to the Silver City.
"I'm going to talk to her, wait for me here. We're leaving in a moment." Michael said to Trixie.
"Is my mom gonna come with us?"
"... Yes, but separately."
"Ok!"
Michael was gone in a blink, he materialized in a room, where a woman stood scrolling through her phone, she had medium hair, blonde.
The woman noticed him and looked at him with wide eyes."Lucifer?!" She quickly sat in the bed.
"You're not supposed to be here, we—we sent you to Hell!"
Michael's blood boiled at the comment, she didn't seem sorry at all for her actions against his twin. "I'm not Samael, but i won't hurt you... At the moment." Michael said finally.
"It'd be easiest if you could come without resistance with me."
Chloe was out of it, "Where are you taking me?!" Chloe said as she tried to calm herself down, this wasn't the devil, this was an angel that stood before her.
"I'm taking you to the Silver City" It wasn't a lie, not at all.
Slowly, Chloe nodded. And a smirk appeared in the angel's face, "Good."
Michael was beside the human in a second, and his hand easyly passed through her abdomen, he took her soul, leaving a soulless body covered in blood in the bed.
Azrael was in front of him, again.
"What's up with killing these people, what sins did they do?" Azrael asked as she took the soul in her hands annoyed.
"I can't tell, but Father's probably tell you all soon." Michael said, the next moment he was gone.
"Ugh." Azrael exclaimed annoyed.
Michael appeared clean in front of the child, that had something in her left hand, a card or something similar. He took the child in his arms and he quickly took flight.