Clouds in the sky blacken, swirling in circles, hiding the rays of sunshine until darkness engulfs the building. A flutter of wings lands beside the two brothers before a snap of fingers sends the Winchesters into a nearby plane. He had no more use for the stupid humans. A human male vessel stands shaking scared next to the Angel. Michael regards the pathetic weak creature for a moment, before he throws him into the open pit. The scream echoes around the room as the walls crumble around him. Deep resonating shakes rumble the Earth below his feet but Michael remains perched on the edge of the hole, hand out-stretched. His bright golden wings flared out, each feather reflecting the small amount of light, waiting for the lean fingers of his brother to touch his. A tunnel of light bursts from the deepest part of Hell to enter the Heavens skyward. Michael remains still.
The vessel tossed into the pit moments before reaches out, sliding his fingers into his, strong hands grasp his forearm as the dark black wings unfurl into the Earth plane. To an outsider, it would have been a scary sight. Lucifer's smile pulling widely at his brother, wings shaking off the dust from years of confinement in the cage. Michael breathes in a sigh of relief, the younger John Winchester's vessel was the best he could do at the moment. He is reluctant to say he was surprised when Anael tried to foil his plans for the Winchesters. It worked out in his favor to gain access to a proper vessel without forcing his hand with Dean in this current time. His brothers vessel was a depressed man, desperate for redemption. He opened his heart to Michael, begging for purpose, and he promised the man his brother will give him everything and more. He is pleased to see that even after throwing him into the open pit, he still said yes.
Michael had dreamed of this moment for thousands of years. That day his father commanded him to fight his brother, he knew something was wrong. The orders were direct but given as a question that confused him at the time. With orders it was simple, you didn't fight them, you followed them and made your father proud. He realized too late, that his father was giving him a choice, a taste of free will like the apes on Earth called it. His choice to exile his brother or not, and he chose wrong because of his conditioning to follow orders no matter what. To never question. Years, he lived in confinement, much like the cage he had put Lucifer in, regret and revenge stewing, blackening his pure heart, till the only thing that kept him going was giving out the orders to line up the Winchesters to free his brother.
Lucifer clasps both hands onto his sturdy shoulders, ash blonde hair darkened by soot, bloody burns litter his arms and face. With a shake of his head, Lucifer heals his vessel, "Brother! It is good to see you, you look terrible." He was always the one to make light of a bad situation, 'Lighten up Michael', he would say, earning a round of laughs from their fellow siblings further proving his name The Light-bringer. He always was able to draw out the smallest of smiles on Michael's lips.
"I have missed you," the sentiment ringing deep with in Michael's vessel, he swallows the regret, "that moment of weakness, has tortured me for years Lucifer. I have but only dreamed of this day, and prayed to our father that it would come," Michael furrows his brows at the bad taste of free will on his lips. Lucifer notices his change in attitude.
"What has father been up to?" He stares hopeful into his brothers eyes, but Michael shakes his head in vast disappointment, "He has not been in Heaven for many a century now. The other Angels don't know they are working for me now."
Revenge creeps up on him drawing his eyes to the ground. Lucifer breathes it in, he can taste the sin in the air, rolling off of Michael in sweet waves. This is what he knew how to do, he is the King of Hell. He cradles Michael's cheek lovingly. They were but the closest siblings, created only moments apart, almost twins if you hadn't blinked during their creation. Lucifer smiles brightly, "Dear brother, what is it you want to do about our pain?"
Michael pulls away, back arching up to stand tall, shoulders flare back, wings fly into an offensive position ready for flight. Each feather ripples straight, a curl upon his top lip, he eyes his brother with vengeful eyes. Lucifer copies the stance, enormous paper-thin black wings, more bat like then the down feathers of his brothers, flair out wide destroying what's left of the room. They stare wildly for a moment before Michael speaks, "we earn our revenge on this planet dear brother. He has always love them more, made me exile you, my family, because you were brave enough to stand up for what you believed in. He wants free will, he has it."
Dark blackness pulls at the edges of Lucifer's eyes, "I love revenge," They share a evil grin before taking flight into the coming storm. "Let make the planet burn."
