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Premise: God gave Micheal a diary for his thoughts. He told him that he wouldn't be able to see what was inside. That it was for Micheal alone, a present for his golden boy. Lucifer finds the diary and confronts Micheal about (I.e. Airing his thoughts out in the public where God could hear it. Choas ensues. Micheal wrote how he was jealous of Lucifer and angry at him for breaking their fathers heart.
Lucifer looked around. He was hidding in a shallow alcove. He was in a round, dark, underground room. The walls were stained with either dried blood or years of dirt and grime - he couldn't tell. On the walls hung rusty manacles, and in the center of the room stood a wooden table, lucifer couldn't tell what was on in from his vantage point though it looked like something metallic judging by how it glinted off the light. Directly in front of the table stood a door it was the only exit he could see from this place.
Micheal was kneeling on the floor his head was down and his arms were slack at his sides. It looked like he knew what was going on. The door opened and God and Zerachiel came out. Lucifer unconsciously clenched his hands. He could feel his blood boil at seeing Zerachial.
"Micheal, Micheal, Micheal I'm disappointed in you. You're suppose to be the role model, the perfect son, the golden boy. You know better than to engage in such sinful thoughts. You should be in hell right now writhing in agony but God always offer repentance to his children before he passes his judgment. So dear, sweet Micheal do you repent?" Zerachiel sneered as he leaned over Micheal's kneeling form.
Micheal swung his head up to meet Zerachiel's gaze. He looked like he had been crying. Zerachiel's grin widened, he cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms and waited.
Lucifer waited as well, he leaned as far out of the alcove as he dared. He saw Micheal close his eyes and sigh.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have let the sins of envy and wrath take hold of my heart. I repent my sins. Please show me mercy and guide me in expelling these demons so that you may be once again situated in the throne of my heart."
Lucifer leaned back against the wall his heart broke for Micheal. He felt hot tears start rolling down his eyes. Lucifer took a few minutes to compose himself. When he peeped back from the alcove he saw Micheal in a child's pose his back bare and bleeding. In between all the blood Lucifer could make out old scares in the shapes of lashes. The scares crisscrossed all over Micheal's back.
Lucifer felt ice settle in his veins as it dawned on him what was really going on in this moment. Lucifer didn't waist time, he quickly jumped from his hiding spot and headed for Zerachiel. As lucifer came closer he heard
Micheal chanting in Latin. Lucifer spotted a whip on the table. He grabbed it, and started to chock Zerachiel with it. Micheal stopped chanting and looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the sight before him.
Lucifer payed Micheal no attention. His gaze was focused solely on his father.
"Release Micheal from this place or I swear on your name that I will rip Zerachiel's head off."
God sighed. He rubbed his temples and snapped his fingers. Micheal took a deep breath and braced himself on the floor, taking shallow breaths. Lucifer looked over at Micheal. Who by now had gained enough strength to lean againat the wall, he gave Lucifer a half-smile and a thumbs up.
Lucifer dropped the whip and rushed to his side. While Zerachiel lay on the ground untwisting the whip from his neck and gasping to breath.
"Are you okay? Your not hurt are you because if you are, dying will be the least of Zerachiel's fears. When I'm-"
Micheal held up a hand to stop him from rambling on.
"I'm fine Luce, really. I'm okay. It's okay."
"Why do you let Father do this to you? Micheal, you matter so much more than this. I need you okay. What the hell has he been doing to you?!"
Lucifer glared at their father, Micheal held him in place, trying to hold him at bay.
"Luce stop it I deserved this okay? I never should have let sins cloud me heart. It started after you left. After I threw you out of heaven."
"Micheal you. Do. Not. Deserve this. It was not sins that "clouded" your heart it was emotions. It's okay to have emotions. And what do you mean after I left? Father didn't punish you not seeing it coming right, because he has no right."
Lucifer turned and looked at God.
"You have no right to punish him. He was the one who had to throw me from heaven. You maybe the one to give the order, but you were too much of a coward to do it yourself so you forced Micheal here to do knowing he would never refuse! You do not deserve to have a son like Micheal. Your cruel and manipulative!"
"Lucifiel he had to punish me! I deserved it!"
"No Micheal you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
Why? What could you have possibly done to deserve that type of pain!"
"Father's orders weren't to banish you Star, they were to kill you."
Lucifer reeled back. Micheal instantly regretted telling him, but he was the one who always said that the truth had to be said no matter how painful so there.
"What? You went against Father's direct orders?"
Micheal's face softened. He pulled Lucifer closer. He cupped his face. It hurt him to see his brother look so terrified. But it gave a little hope and relief that there was still enough innocence in him to be terrified about something.
"Of course I did. Your my lil' brother. I couldn't kill you. So I banished you instead. And then I got lashed because of it, but I wouldn't change my decision ever."
"Why did father stop? Did you repent?"
"He needed his solider back. And I didn't really repented I just said that I'll make sure that humanity stays protected from your "sinful" influences."