When Michael won the first round, and an angel with a trumpet flew down to hand him two necklaces with great ruby pendants, the archangel took them quick, then flung himself into the air with a great beat of his wings. He landed on the perch before the first row of seats, right before Lucifer. Still panting for breath, brown skin flushed, tears of sweat stumbling down his face. Lucifer stared at him, lifted an eyebrow, before Michael chuckled and draped his prizes over the neck of the younger one.
