Author's Note: This is just a short little angsty ficlet about Michael and Lucifer, because they are taking over my life. Enjoy!
Michael looked sadly over at his brother.
"Lucifer…" he sighed, hoping that maybe, maybe he'd be able to convince him this time.
"No, brother. I will not bow to them. I cannot bow to them. Can't you see that they are flawed, they are inferior?" Lucifer snapped, whirling around, wings rustling. Michael cast his eyes downward and moved to his brother.
"I just ask for you to bow, just once. Just so that I don't have to lose you," Michael said, quietly, quiet enough for Lucifer to ignore it if he wanted to. Lucifer closed the distance between he and Michael, and wrapped Michael in his blindingly white wings.
"Father will understand," he whispered, brushing his lips against Michael's forehead. Michael shifted, as if in protest, but did not pull away. Michael wanted to spend as much time as he could in his brother's embrace before he was forced to banish him – a thought that often made him wake from his rest, shaking so hard that feathers came off of his wings.
In those moments, Lucifer would turn over in their bed, and, sitting up, he would hold Michael, smoothing down his wings and pressing comforting kisses to Michael's shoulders. In those moments, Michael would no longer be the protective older brother, Lucifer would no longer be the rebellious younger brother, there was no God. In those moments, they were each other's – wholly and completely. Michael cherished those moments, those moments when he and his brother were each other's, when their bodies seemed to meld and spark a fire in Michael's Grace.
White hot light burned hot, Lucifer's wings beat the burning air, and Michael held his sword high, glinting menacingly in the scorching wrath of God.
"Brother, please, I'm begging you, I'm giving you one last chance. Don't make me do this, please," Michael's voice cracked, his true regret, true love bubbling through. Lucifer's eyes reflected Michael's tone, but he still shook his head sadly.
"I can't. I thought He would understand. Cast me out, I know you must. But know that I will never forget you, Michael. I will love you, always, more than God, more than Heaven, more than Hell," Lucifer kneeled, admitting defeat, ready to be cast out of Heaven. Michael looked down at his younger brother, his resolve weakening, but just for a moment.
"I cannot ever love you so much, Lucifer. I will always love Him more than I love you. But you will not be so easily forgotten…and we will see one another again," Lucifer looked up at Michael and nodded imperceptibly.
"I am ready, brother," Lucifer whispered. With that, Michael brought his sword down and cast his lover, his brother, his most trusted ally, his friend, out of Heaven.
"I am sorry. Please forgive me," Michael whispered to nothing, before winging himself away to the heaven of a young child who had died in her sleep, to hide for decades and grieve.