A B A N D O N E D -M O N A S T E R Y

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He couldn't help but find it ironic. Him, the unholiest of all beings, standing in what had once been one of the holiest places in the village. Lucifer leaned against one of the crumbling stone walls, accidentally dislodging a brick as he did so. It was peaceful here, in the shade, with only insects and birds to bother him. Exactly how he liked it — humans and supernaturals were all so infernally stupid, and couldn't seem to last more than five minutes without trying to initiate conversation.

Lucifer remained in the one spot for several minutes, before the wrong thoughts and memories started turning up. Sighing — he had been comfortable — he stood, and began exploring the monastery more. Concentrating on the building, wondering about its inhabitants, he managed to distract himself enough. As he moved almost silently through the building, he heard heavy footfalls not far from where he stood. Someone else was here, and it was worrying that Lucifer hadn't heard them until now. Had they been following him, and been careless? Or had they simply been coming from a different part of the monastery? Cautiously, he called out, "Who's there?", one hand on the ordinary sword he carried when in the village.

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The abandoned little building that he guessed was a monastery before had become Michael's home temporarily. No one comes this way and many of the supernatural creatures were repulsed by the building. Michael himself thought it was stupid of the humans to make a building like this. A home were all the monks in the area lived together and sang kumbaya. Michael scoffed at the idea. "living peacefully together, my ass" he thinks as he walks up and down the hall. He's been holed up in the building for a week and with each passing day, he's made a new discovery. Michael knew what really went on behind the monastery's closed doors. Brewing wine and beer and sharing women and even sharing eachother. Michael was never fooled by humanity's so called faith to god. He couldn't judge them though since he lost his own faith eons ago. Michael decided to not follow the old man's orders anymore and he became a full time inhabitant of Earth. He only went back up there when his brother's needed him direly.

Michael didn't sense Lucifer at first. He purified the entire building the moment he stepped foot inside the double doors a week ago. It didn't make the building holy or anything but it made other supernatural creatures become repulsed because of its purified aura. Michael was walking in the same direction as Lucifer and that's when he heard him. He could recognize that voice anywhere. " well, well, well" he slowly drawls out as he turns a corner and comes out of the shadows. He stood right in front of Lucifer, just mere feet away from him.

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"Oh. You." Lucifer supposed that Michael was expecting him to be shocked, but he was too lazy to bother pretending. "I should've guessed." (except he didn't care enough to guess) He wondered, idly, whether the angel was stupid enough to try anything. Considering his behavioural track record, he supposed that it was hard to tell. He might decide to do what angels were supposed to do, and fight Lucifer, but he might also not bother. Michael was a spectacularly erratic person, and Lucifer had to admit that he was a little surprised the angel still had his wings.

Then again, God always did look after his own — the bratty, the selfish and the stupid. And Michael ticked all those boxes.

"So, brat. Are you here to kill me, or are you going to dare to ignore your heavenly duty?" The last two words dripped with sarcasm and disdain, and while he spoke, Lucifer made two subtle changes: first, he telepathically loosened a few bricks above Michael's head — but not in a way that was noticeable — and second, he drew the glamour from his sword. Although the sword still appeared plain, it was no longer a brittle and weak human weapon, but his own sword, forged in the fires of Hell. There was a part of him that wanted to be prepared in case Michael chose to attack, and there was a part of him that simply wanted to put the cocky angel on edge.

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Michael sports a little pout on his lips when his rather impressive entrance, he must admit, didn't seem to phase the demon. Michael shrugs, getting over his sadness and he huffs in annoyance. What did Lucifer mean by oh.you? Couldn't he at least pretend that he was glad he ran into Michael instead of Gabriel or Raphael, who would probably smite Lucifer in an instant. It wasn't that Michael was less stronger than his brother, he was equally just as strong, but he was just too lazy to even bother. Michael stares at Lucifer in a little bit of anger when he calls him brat and Michael paces over to a little ball of fur that was hiding at the presence of the stranger. Michael picks up Nutella from under the jutting brick and holds her close to his chest, cradling the little kitten. He had grown quite attached to her since she was the only one he really talked to these days. He sometimes entered mood swings that made him want to avoid anyone alive, or dead, depending.

" awww, are you still mad about getting your wings clipped?" he teases the older ex-angel with a small mischievous smirk. He doesn't look up at Lucifer and only focuses his attention to rubbing his kitten's little belly. Lucifer was surely mad about how he was the only archangel who fell. Michael was probably the next Lucifer the heaven has seen and he had an attitude worse than the demon's but god never punished Michael for it. And Michael loved rubbing that in Lucifer's pace. Michael paces closer to Lucifer and he finally looks up at the demon. He walked away from the spot Lucifer messed with. " Don't bother, I know all your antics, big brother." he states with yet again, another one of his signature smirks. He spent eons watching Lucifer and calculating even move the demon made. He had gotten really good with predicting Lucifer. But yet again, the man is the king of hell. There was only so much Michael could predict.

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Wings clipped? Good grief, he'd known Michael was stupid, but he didn't know he was that ignorant. "My wings are very much intact, you little pest," he said coldly. Michael was clearly trying to avoid looking at him, for some reason or another. Lucifer guessed it was because he was either angry or smug — then he looked up, and it was clear that he was smug. "Don't call me that," Lucifer said, irritated. Sure, they had the same father, but he and Michael could not have been less like siblings.

Michael was evidently overconfident — it ran in the family, he supposed. Lucifer loosened another brick from the ceiling, but this time he let it drop onto the angel's head. He doubted it would have much effect, but it was satisfying nonetheless, and a safe way of releasing his anger. If he didn't get it out safely, it could cloud his judgement, and the last thing he needed was Michael to beat him — at anything, but these sorts of encounters were the worst, with each of them prodding the other, seeing who would snap first.

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Michael's smug grin turned to a look of horror as he senses something was about to happen. He looks up at the ceiling and a brick falls straight onto his face. Oh why did he have to look up when he clearly knew what was to come? Guess Michael was just stupid that way. Michael yelps and he holds Nutella closer to himself so she wouldn't get hurt. Michael faces forward with his eyes shut as he tries to recover from the hit. Damn Lucifer. Michael huffs in annoyance and he blows a raspberry in Lucifer's direction. He didn't care if he would get hurt but he would have dragged Lucifer back to hell if there was so much as a scratch on his little kitten.

Michael walks closer to Lucifer and he squats down to look directly at the enchanted sword hanging from Lucifer's side," holy hell, I haven't seen one of those in ages" he exclaims, his curiosity getting the better of him. What did those pesky humans say? Curiosity killed the cat? Well if it did, Michael would be long dead. Michael pokes at the sword and he raises an eyebrow," why is it not doing anything?" he asks. The sword Lucifer held was something Michael thought of as a myth. He's only seen it once before and that was when Lucifer fell from heaven. His adventurous and curious side got the better of him and he forgot all about the little brick Lucifer threw at him.

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"It's not a toy," Lucifer snapped. "It's a weapon. It doesn't need to do things." No wonder Michael loved the kitten so much — he practically was one. The only particularly special things about Lucifer's blade were that it could cut almost anything, and it was near-impossible to break. Michael's own sword, on the other hand, was typical of Heaven — fiery and unnecessarily adorned. He wondered, for a moment, if Michael had brought it with him, or if he'd lost it — losing it and leaving it behind both seemed like things he would do.

The boy was irritating him immensely. He had this frustrating way of switching from happy to self-satisfied to annoyed to annoying, which made it impossible for anything to have a lasting effect. Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, then spoke. "Are you going to stop staring at my sword or are you going to continue acting like a fool?" As he spoke, the blade hummed, and he cursed silently. Someone else was here — someone he'd met before. An enemy, most likely, if the sword was reacting in that way. It remembered this person's blood, or their own sword. Which was annoying, because Lucifer didn't feel like fighting. "Someone else is here," he told Michael, hoping that the angel might do something about it so he didn't have to.

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Michael looks up at the face of Lucifer when he snaps at him. He takes another look at the sword, tempted to grab it and wave it around, just to see what would happen. He had an urge to tempt Lucifer and make the demon angry. He wanted to see to what lengths Lucifer would go to if he was really angry. Nothing seemed to phase Lucifer any more. It's like the demon just gave up on trying. Michael stands up and he places his kitten on his shoulder before he places his hand on his hip sassily. " don't talk down to me" he huffs and turns on his heels to walk away from Lucifer. He got bored with trying to anger the demon. However, Michael turns back around when Lucifer told him there was someone in his home. Michael crosses his arms and walks closer to Lucifer. He didn't feel like dealing with stupid people that dared to cross him. Michael becomes dead silent as he waits for whoever it was to get near.

[kaya]

Lucifer could hear the person approaching now, their heavy footfalls drawing nearer and nearer. "Are you going to do something, or are you just going to keep waiting for them to find us?" he hissed at Michael, who was just standing there silently. He'd been hoping that the idiot might actually care about protecting this place from intruders, but that didn't seem to be the case. Depending on who it was, of course, Lucifer might do something, but there were at least half a dozen people his sword recognised that he refused to fight. He waited, sword partially drawn, watching the corridor carefully. Still nothing emerged, and he wondered just how slowly the person was walking. He resisted the urge to tell Michael to do something, staying quiet and still.

any ideas as to who it should be? and sorry this is so short

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I have no idea. Maybe a knight of hell or something. someone powerful that both of them would have to fight him/her or something. Or maybe we can get someone else to rp who's character fits?

Michael huffs and he ducks behind Lucifer at the sound of the heavy footfalls. Whoever it was sounded dangerous and MIchael has been under the radar for so long, he didn't want to ruin it by a compulsive fight. Michael holds Nutella in the palm of his hand and he caresses the top of her head. She liked it when he did that and it soothes Michael too," I'm just an archangel, you're the king of hell, you ought to do something" he hisses at the demon. Just because Michael lived here it didn't mean that he cared about this dump. He could easily get another place.

[kaya]

knight of hell sounds good.

Lucifer wanted to slap the coward. "You have one of the most powerful weapons in the entire universe, you imbecile." The footsteps rounded the corner, and he almost swore. One of his least favourite people — a tall knight of Hell in inky black armour. His sword hummed violently, and he drew it. "I did not give you permission to come here," he said to the knight, knowing full well that none of the knights gave a flying fig whether Lucifer gave them permission or not. Besides, most of them were better at swordplay than him, and overconfident to boot.

The knight attacked, and Lucifer shoved Michael out of the way, only just managing to block the stroke. He'd forgotten to sharpen his sword, he realised, and so now he was going to have to fight properly, rather than relying on its ability to cut almost anything. "Get your sword, you stupid angel," he shouted to Michael, over the violent clashing of swords.

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Michael growls disapprovingly at Lucifer's mockery and he slaps his older brother on the back of his neck. He sensed a wave of pure evilness wafting towards him and he turns toward the oncoming night. Michael gasps at the sight of the knight and he marvels up at his black armor. Really, Michael was just a baby compared to Lucifer and the other archangels. Michael has never seen the world the way god and Lucifer have. He doesn't know much. There were only four knights of hell and this was the first one Michael has seen. Michael was tempted to draw out his wings and flee, leaving Lucifer to defend himself. Michael was quite rusty at fights like these and he wouldn't be of much use.

Michael gapes at Lucifer as he pushes him out of his way and he immediately extends his hand out by his side and closes his eyes. a soft hum surrounded him and a rod of light appeared in his open hand before it morphed to his holy sword. Michael holds it above his head and it shines brightly and he watches the marking and the insignia get drawn onto the sword's blade through the light. After the bright light dulls to a soft glow that the sword naturally sported, Michael brings down his hand and holds the sword in front of him facing the knight," be gone" he growls threateningly.

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The knight attacked Michael this time, evidently unthreatened by the sword. Lucifer tackled the knight, wincing as they crashed to the floor. "Stab him, quickly!" he called to Michael, struggling to keep the knight down. Before the angel could do anything, the knight pushed Lucifer down and stood to face Michael, pausing only to stomp violently on Lucifer's right wrist. Getting to his feet, Lucifer picked up his sword with his left hand. Rather than attacking again, he stood there with his weapon in hand, watching the knight carefully.

He hoped that Michael might actually attack the knight this time, rather than expecting his sword's existence to be enough, although Lucifer suspected that he could probably take down the knight himself, given enough time. But his now-sprained wrist ached, and while he was technically ambidextrous, he preferred not to fight with his left hand.

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Michael was ready for any offense that came his way. He was watching the knight carefully and his hand shattering grip on his sword strengthened his confident. He might be a terrible fighter, despite his history in leading god's armies but his sword never failed him. Michael was a leader, that much was true, and he was great at commanding but he could never fight half as good as his soldiers. But he was the planner of all defense and offense attacks and he was the mastermind of all wars. Michael gasps when the two crash onto the floor and he moves but he wasn't quick enough. Michael winces as the knight shatters his older brother's wrist. Even if Lucifer was a demon know, Michael still had a place for him in his heart. It's why he started rebelling too after Lucifer fell. He still believed in Lucifer. Michael let's out a huff and watches Lucifer and the Knight both. He guessed that Lucifer was waiting for him to attack so he runs up to the knight, swinging his sword to be positioned at the Knight's neck. He planned on killing him once and for all.

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The angelic sword bit into the knight's neck, and they reeled away, clutching at the wound. Lucifer wished Michael had swung faster — the knight had pulled away just in time to prevent their head being fully severed, and the knights of Hell had a frustrating ability to avoid dying. He jabbed at the knight's armour, and his sword slid through the thick metal with ease. But as it pierced the knight's heart, the demon brought it's own sword up and plunged it through Lucifer's side.

He stumbled back, cursing violently. The sword had missed everything important, but it hurt nonetheless. "You wouldn't happen to have bandages or anything, would you?" he asked Michael, trying to stop the bleeding with his shirt. The demon's corpse had vanished back to Hell, where it would slowly regenerate — hopefully into a more respectful incarnation of itself. His sword lay on the floor, no longer stained with blood. He knew he ought to pick it up, but the wound in his side was a more pressing issue.

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Michael curses at his inability to kill the demon and he backs away to make another attack. This time, he had in mind the exact velocity to swing in order to hit and kill the Knight. Michael gasps when Lucifer was injured and he places his sword down on the ground. He's worry about picking it back up later. Michael walks closer to Lucifer and he grabs on to his shoulders and forces the demon down so he could get to work. Once Michael pushes Lucifer down on the floor, he kneels in front of him. Michael leans down and he examines the wound and winces. Lucifer was immortal but his human body was capable of getting injured, and dying. Michael places his hands over the wound and light seeps through his fingers as the wound heals.

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"I'm fine, I just-" Lucifer didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, because Michael had already pushed him to the floor and started healing him. Once he had finished, Lucifer sat up. "I told you to get bandages, not heal me." Most people would be grateful, he knew, but he was himself. Besides, there had been a very real risk that angelic healing would only make it worse, but he guessed he wasn't as bad as other demons. He stood, slowly, and tried to gauge how much blood he'd lost. Not much, he guessed, although there seemed to be a fair bit on the floor.

Lucifer picked up his sword and made for the exit. He suspected the knight had known where to find them purely because the king of Hell and an archangel in the same place was a fifty-metre-high smoke signal for demons. He didn't feel like fighting anyone right now, not with a sprained wrist and not when he was so tired. Besides, if too many demons caught on, then Michael would have to move out — he couldn't exactly spend all day every day fighting off the blasted things.

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Michael fell to silence when Lucifer brushes him off. After he was healed, Lucifer backs away from the demon and lets his hands fall back onto his lap. He sits back on his heals as he watches Lucifer get up and retrieve his sword. Darn, he never got a chance to touch it. Michael holds his hand up toward his own sword that was laying on the floor. Bright white light shines from his hand and from the sword. After the light dims, the sword had vanished from its spot. Michael sometimes forgot to place the sword away and had forgotten it laying around too many times to count. And all those times cost him dearly.

Michael stands up and watches Lucifer leave. A part of him wanted to go after Lucifer and stay with him or beg the demon to stay but he was too proud to do that. If Lucifer wanted to leave, he could leave. Even if Michael didn't want to be left alone. Lucifer has saved Michael today and this wasn't the first time he saved him. Memories of their life before Lucifer fell came to mind and Michael's lip quivers. Michael considered Lucifer his best friend and he favored him among all his other brothers. He walks after him with a scowl on his face," are you leaving, just like that?" he asks.

[kaya]

decided that since i have raphael i might as well make things interesting

Lucifer turned. "Michael... look, it's not safe for us to be here together. We're both too noticeable, all the supernaturals within five kilometres will know where we are. And, well, neither of us is especially popular with the demons." There was more to it than that, but it was easier not to complicate things. He made towards the exit again, but felt a hand grasp his shoulder before he could turn.

"Where do you think you're going?" Raphael stood in the doorway, one hand gripping Lucifer's shoulder, the other holding his sword. Rafe, unlike his brother, had no intention of sympathising with the demon, who he flung to one side. "Michael. What are you doing? He is our enemy. If Father finds out you have been fraternising with a demon..."

Lucifer, who was struggling to get back to his feet, laughed coldly. "Still as idealistic as ever, I see. When are you going to learn? God cares only for his precious, perfect angels, and nothing any of you do will change how he sees you."

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Michael gives Lucifer his best puppy dog eyed look that he could muster at that moment to try and convince Lucifer not too leave. He wanted to stay with his brother and show him that Michael still believed in him. He wanted to show that demon that just because he was no longer an angel, it didn't mean that Michael still didn't look up to him. Or look down... since Lucifer was in hell. har har, a little joke for a bad time Michael thought. It was hi sway of coping when he was in a bad place. And he really was stuck right now. He didn't want to seem too weak, which he will seem like it if he asked Lucifer to stay verbally. Michael's shoulders fall as he gives in to the idea of Lucifer leaving and he nods and he bends down to pick up Nutella, who made her way back to Michael after the night was killed. She was sitting by his feet when he picked her up and hugged her close.

Michael gasps when Raphael pops out of nowhere and he scowls at the angel. Raphael was god's next favorite little boy after Michael decided to rebel. Michael huffs and he runs to Raphael and he pushes him aside and stands between him and Lucifer," Raph, stop that" he growls menacingly. His poor kitten was rigid from fright in his hands and he rubs her little head to calm her down.

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Raphael snorted. "I see he's managed to delude you into thinking that he's on your side." Lucifer raised an eyebrow, looking incredibly disdainful. "Since when have I been any good at deluding people, Raphael? I would think that you, of all people, would know my shortcomings, since you've always been so keen on rubbing them in my face."

Rafe lashed out at the demon again, kicking him in the stomach. Lucifer doubled over, but didn't stop grinning, knowing full well that it would only enrage the self-righteous angel further. While Raphael liked to pretend that he was sensible and mature, it was clear that whenever he was around Lucifer he was quite the opposite.

Lucifer shifted, vanishing from sight, then reappeared perched high on a ledge above the angels. He always found it frustrating how people with shapeshifting abilities never used them creatively, and so he took great delight in shapeshifting into all kinds of things — atoms and insects being excellent for travelling short distances without being noticed, and other people being perfect for chaos. Raphael spotted him, but didn't come up after him, which Lucifer was grateful for — partially because Rafe was annoying and partially because Michael would try to intervene again, and one fallen archangel was quite enough.

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Michael watches the two of them with great doubt in his eyes. The way they were acting towards eachother, the way Raphael spoke to Lucifer wasn't all the outcome of the story everyone told Michael. There was something more to it and it was all hidden underneath the surface and Michael wanted to pick up an axe and destroy the barrier between him and the truth. What really happened between Lucifer and their father? Michael slowly walks up to Raphael while looking up at Lucifer on the ledge. He gives the both of them suspicious looks.

His entire life, Michael was told that Lucifer fell because of his hate for humanity. He wanted to kill all of god's creatures and then kill god and reign over the heavens and the earth. When Lucifer fell, Michael was very young and he wasn't involved in the war waged between god and Lucifer. Michael places Nutella down by his feet and turns to Raphael," Rafe... why did Lucifer fall?" he asks. He wasn't content with the story they gave him anymore. He wanted the truth.

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Raphael looked at his brother. "You know why he fell. Because he led a rebellion against God, and spoke out against him. Because he was wrong, and he was opposite to all that is good." Lucifer shook his head in mock disappointment — "If it wasn't for all your nonsense about 'good' and 'wrong', I might be inclined to agree with you. There is no 'good', Raphael. There are only different opinions."

Lucifer knew for a fact that his argument was more valid than Raphael's, because he had intentionally not brought right or wrong into the discussion. He'd fallen because he had vastly different world views to God and his father hadn't appreciated that. He didn't feel like explaining all that, though.

agh i though this was longer sorry

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Michael shakes his head and he bends down to pick up Nutella again. He was pretty sure the poor kitten was growing angry at his inability to make up his mind. He was picking her up and placing her down every five minutes. Michael holds the kitten close to him for comfort and he shakes his head again in denial," Lucifer's right... there's more to the story. What aren't you telling me, Rafe?" he asks. Michael was done excepting the lies. And if he fell from heaven then so be it. At least he wouldn't fallen for what was right. Michael had a feeling that was all Lucifer trying to accomplish, what he thought was right.

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Lucifer shook his head. "Michael, don't. It's not worth it. Trust me, living a lie is better than this," he gestured to himself. "And falling hurts." Although since Michael was an archangel, God would most likely leave his wings intact — though whether or not that was a good thing was up for debate.

Raphael spoke softly, as though not wanting their father to eavesdrop — though it was pointless, since he was practically all-knowing. "Lucifer started an uprising–"
"I didn't start it, I just told them about the different forms of government. They chose to start an uprising themselves."
"Lucifer provided the catalyst for an uprising. Father didn't appreciate having an angry mob with pitchforks storming him, and so he blamed Lucifer."
"I gave them a book. Also, it's Dad's fault for teaching everyone Ancient Greek."
Rafe glared at Lucifer for a few moments, until he looked sheepish and stopped interrupting.
"Anyway, Father needed someone to make an example of, and who better than the person the rebellion were calling their leader. Yes, Lucifer, I know you had nothing to do with it. It wasn't personal–" "It was, actually" "–it was one of those things a monarch has to do–" "If they're a totalitarian dirtbag."

Lucifer laughed wryly. "Well, now you've given him the facts in a way that won't get you in trouble, perhaps we can leave this mess behind so you two don't say something you shouldn't."

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Michael sends a glare toward Lucifer and he scowls at him," you don't know me" he spats, regret and shame dripping from his voice. He shouldn't act like that toward Lucifer, towards the demon whom Michael once hated. Michael once believed every word the came out of god's mouth. But not anymore. Michael turns to Raphael and listens to the story. He didn't mind Lucifer interrupting since he knew he was correcting all the little white lies Raphael weaved into the story so Michael would continue to believe. In the end, Michael had tears simmering in his eyes. With his vision blurred, Michael makes a decision that he will probably later regret. He looks up to the sky and closes his eyes. His whole body shimmers with a white light as his wings grow out. Strong, shimmering, white feathered wings extend out of his back. They weren't literal wings, like a bird's. But they were better. Michael flies up to where Lucifer was seated and he takes his hand," let's go" he says simply and tugs on his hand. " I think a visit is long overdue."

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Lucifer shook his head. "No. Please, let it go." He wasn't sure who he was protecting at this point — himself, or Michael. He jumped down from his perch, landing lightly, almost cat-like, in a crouch on the ground. Within seconds, he felt the tip of Raphael's sword come to rest on his back, but he wasn't sure he cared anymore. Michael might, but the boy was honestly starting to get annoying, with his constant attempts to redeem Lucifer. Maybe if this had all happened a few years earlier, he might care, but now? Now he just wanted peace and quiet.

Rafe was tempted to just end the nonsense then and there, but he didn't feel like being dive-bombed by Michael. "Get down here, you idiot. He can't get that high anyway — if he still remembers how to fly." He was specifically trying to anger the demon, hoping that Michael would see the reason why Lucifer had been blamed.

Lucifer hissed angrily. Rafe's comment had hit a sore spot — and the angel was flung backward, thudding against the wall. Huge dark wings burst from his back, but he didn't move. He crouched, perfectly still and silent, waiting.

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Michael opens his mouth to order Lucifer to come back but he didn't see the point in it. He sighs and looks down at the demon as he jumps down to the ground. Michael growls angrily when Raphael threatened Lucifer with his sword once again and he flies down to where the two were. He wanted all this nonsense to stop. Maybe if Lucifer went up to heaven with Michael, God could give him back his wings. And if he wouldn't, Michael would take back Lucifer's holiness without God's permission. He just wanted his idol to be happy. He just wanted to help him.

Michael walks over to Raphael and places his hand on his shoulder," Raphael stop it... you alone are no match for him anyways so this is just suicide" he tells him with reasoning. Raphael was very strong and he knew that if he fought hard enough, Raphael could slay Lucifer all by himself. But Michael didn't want Raphael to get too cocky. Michael turns to Lucifer after Raphael taunted him. His eyes widened and he reaches out for Lucifer to apologize for what Raphael said when Raphael was flung backwards. Michael gasps but he turns to Lucifer once again, even more determined than before. " Lucifer... let's go" he whispers to him, almost pleadingly.

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Raphael struggled to his feet, then fell back down. Whatever Lucifer had done — either intentionally or by accident — had done more than just throw him against the wall. "Michael..." His voice was barely a croak, and Rafe felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

Lucifer didn't dare to move. He wasn't sure what had happened — he certainly hadn't realised he was able to do that. Not without concentration, at least. He hadn't meant to hurt Raphael, but the anger had taken over. Maybe the angel had been right — maybe he was thrown out for a good reason. "Help your brother," he said at last, his wings folding slowly back and vanishing. He stood, not daring to turn and face Michael, and with his sword began tracing a symbol on the floor. Light burst out from it. "Why would we go, when he could come to us?"

do you want to rp 'him' since i'm already rping two characters?

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the lord is coming XDXDXD

Michael planned on grabbing Lucifer and making a dash for it to the heavens but he turned around to face the injured angel. Michael looks at Lucifer in uncertainty and he nods and walks back to where Raphael lay against the wall. He drops down on his knees beside his body and he picks up his hand to figure out what was happening and what Lucifer did exactly. Michael didn't think Lucifer would be capable of hurting Raphael intentionally. He shakes his head and turns back to focus on helping Raphael. He couldn't think like that. He couldn't doubt Lucifer. Michael places his hands on top of Raphael's chest and closes his eyes as light emits from his hand. The way to heal all angels was through power transfer. Their mortal bodies could be healed by regular healing powers but the angelic soul would remain injured. So Michael was transferring some of his own powers to Raphael to heal him.

Michael gasps and was throws away from Raphael's body with a strong force. He was always too weak to complete an energy transfer but what Michael did should be enough to wake Raphael again. Michael whimpers and places his hand on his chest and winces at the strong stabbing like pain in that area. HE looks up at what Lucifer was doing and he furrows his eyebrows," what do you mean?" he whispers. If Lucifer was doing what he thought he was doing, then they were all screwed.

i'm gonna name god James bc god is too overrated

God, aka, James slowly rises up from the white portal Lucifer drew. He didn't think Lucifer was powerful enough to open up a portal and force James to come out of it to speak to him. James makes his way out and the portal disappears beneath him. James stands rigid in his spot, not once moving as he eyes his boys one by one, his attention not seeming to leave Lucifer no matter where else he was looking. He hasn't come face to face with the demon ever since he fell.

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Raphael opened one eye blearily, to see his father standing before them, and his little brother in pain on the ground. He struggled to his knees, and from there crawled over to Michael. He placed a hand on the other angel's chest, closing his eyes. Gradually, a bluish light began glowing from beneath his hands, and he healed Michael.

Lucifer didn't look up. He didn't dare. He just stood there, his sword in hand, silently. He'd been pretty sure it was going to work, but the enormity of what he had done hadn't really hit him until now. Slowly, he looked up at his father. "Well, Michael, this is what you wanted, right?" Now all that remained to be seen was whether or not the old goat would actually speak, or just keep staring at him.

sorry for the length

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it's alright :)

Michael grunts as he slowly sits up. He wasn't quite knocked out and he saw everything, including their father come out of that portal. Michael places his hand on Raphael's shoulder to show him his acknowledgment for helping him and he nods at the angel," I was trying to save you" he laughs. It was really dangerous for him to be joking now, especially when they were all treading on ice. Michael stands up, placing a hand to his chest as more pain strikes. He walks to stand next to Lucifer and he looks up at their father," Father... Lucifer should get his wings back... please?" his sentence turns into a question at the end as he grows unsure of himself. With the glare James was giving the three, anyone would quake in fear under his gaze.

James crosses his arms and he turns from Michael to Lucifer and back to Michael again," how about I take your wings instead?" he asks gruffly. He was growing angry with these boys and the way they were losing their faith in him. It seemed like just moments ago, they were all asking for his help on how to fly, and now they were up and defying him every chance they had.

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Lucifer shook his head. "If I knew you were going to ask that..." He spread his wings, abruptly launching into the air. "I have wings, Michael." Sure, they were ragged at the edges, and half-not-there, but they worked, which was better than nothing. When James threatened to take Michael's wings, Lucifer dropped back down to the floor. "Don't. He's just a kid." While he himself had probably been younger when he fell, that didn't mean that it was fair to do that to Michael.

Raphael stood back a little. The others seemed to be in a confrontation, and he had no interest in getting in-between them. His brothers got their stubbornness from their father, and so if they started arguing it would no doubt go on for quite a while. Raphael, on the other hand, had missed out on the stubbornness. In the past he hadn't appreciated this, but all things considered, it might not be that bad. At the least, it meant that he had less inclination to get into arguments.

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Michael huffs and he shakes his head at Lucifer," not just your wings Lucifer... your grace. What makes you an angel... I'll only go back to heaven if you come with me." he said and turns to look at James while he said it," and if not... then take my wings away" He growls at the man he called his father. He had much nerve to stand in front of the all-knowing being and tempt him like that but in truth, Michael was shaking and his mortal body had goosebumps everywhere. If his powers didn't provide his body strength, it might have fainted already. Michael turns to Lucifer and smiles at him," please Lucifer... come back." he whispers

James watches the exchange and he was about to slap Michael when he said that. Not because he was angry at the boy, but because Michael was sacrificing himself for the devil. Did no one see that as a problem, or is it just him? He couldn't let Michael sacrifice himself like that and although it was selfless and proved that Michael was more worthy of his wings, he still needed to be punished for defying him.

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"Michael, stop it. You're being ridiculous." Lucifer doubted that Michael would listen, but he tried anyway. "I don't care. What I do care about is you. You have no idea what it's like to fall. You've never experienced anything that would prepare you for it — the pain could kill you." It had nearly killed him, and he'd been ready for it. "You can't fall. And not just for your sake. The fate of the world is at stake here." After the knight had attacked them earlier, Lucifer didn't trust the rest of the demons not to stage a rebellion. They'd never been fond of him, mostly because he didn't advocate death and destruction. They preferred tormenting live souls to dead ones. And if they got out, the angelic army would need a good commander.

Raphael moved to stand beside Lucifer. This was a first for him, but the demon was making valid points. "He's right, Michael. It is too dangerous, and you could die. And more to the point, the army needs its general. Let it go."

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oh hell this got buried in notifications oops

Michael places his hands over his ears and he turns away from the angel and the demon. He gives his back to them as he looks up at James. Nothing Lucifer or Raphael could say would make him listen to their reason. He wasn't going to back down. They brought god down here and he wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste. God hasn't left heaven in... well, ever. So the fact that he came here when Lucifer called him meant something, didn't it? Didn't it mean that god still cared about his fallen son? Michael looks up at James' cold hearted eyes. They were once soft and round and full of joy of love. Now they were hardened from disappointment and regret," please father... I don't want to fight you. That's exactly why I'm asking you to restore Lucifer's wings; so we can all stop fighting. I'm tired of this blood feud, father. " he explains to him in a soft and gentle tone.

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Lucifer nodded to Raphael. "Never thought I'd have to do this to anyone else except you, but–" He wrapped his arm around Michael's chest and shoved him to the floor, dropping on top of him and clamping his hand over the angel's mouth. "You are literally the only person who wants this. So I'm going to stay right here till you agree to stop."

Raphael recognised what Lucifer was doing, and almost smiled. He'd always been the butt of that — whenever he went to tell their father that the others were doing things they oughtn't, Lucifer would sit on top of him until he agreed not to tell. It had worked excellently — he only hoped it would be as effective with Michael.

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(( just making sure. but James doesn't agree to making Lucifer an angel again, right? or do you have another idea in mind?))

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(( well i was assuming he wouldn't. also lucifer doesn't particularly want to be an angel again ))

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(( I assumed that much XD. just making sure))

Michael had his back turned to the two and he was too focused on pleading with James to pay any attention to what Lucifer said. It did sound suspicious. Next thing Michael knew, the ground was getting closer to him and he lets out a loud shrill as he was dropped to the floor. He huffs in annoyance and fight to squirm his way out of the demon's grip to no avail. He was a commander of armies, not an actual solider. He didn't have an ounce of muscle in his body. Michael fights back for a great deal of time until he realizes that he should just give up. If Lucifer was so persistent on being a demon then MIchael should just let him be and let him figure out his life and deal with the consequences. Michael did everything he could on his part.

Michael stops squirming and he looks up at Lucifer, letting him know that it was alright to let go of him now that he was calm again. He cared too much for Lucifer to let him stay as a demon in that awful place called hell. Michael was also being a little selfish. He did all these because he missed Lucifer.

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Lucifer released Michael, and as he did so muttered, "Don't bother. The end result isn't going to be what you want it to be." Maybe not the most convincing argument, but with any luck the boy might listen (although he supposed the odds of that were rather slim). If not, then... well, he wasn't really sure what he'd do. Leave, probably, or try to send God back to Heaven. Neither option was likely to work out, but it was better than doing nothing. Perhaps if he convinced Raphael to help him? But the angel would never agree, especially not if it went against their father's wishes.

Raphael looked over at Michael, ready to yell at him if need be. Then he glanced at Lucifer — the demon seemed to be planning something. No doubt it was so that he could remain fallen, though Rafe didn't understand why anyone would want that. He was too tired to fight, though. Explaining things to Michael was exhausting.

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