Jerk, Bitch:
A slash, a punch, a shot of pure light. There were screams, and for a second he was torn away from his fight with Michael by his own worry for his brothers.
Ashen murals of the wings of former brothers littered the ground. They overlapped each other, as brother died atop brother. Some ashes stuck to the skin of other Angels, scars that would stay with them until the dawn of time or at least to death. Both Dark and Light Winged alike would bear those marks. The Dark Winged wouldn't bear them for long.
He screamed as Michael slashed at him while he was distracted. One of the Black Wings moved to help his fellow unwitting rebel, and only succeeded in being vaporized by the pure power of the two Archangels.
"Lucifer," Michael wasn't tiring, and neither was he. His voice didn't even seem winded. "You have to stop this. Just bow to them." He sounded as if he was begging. In different circumstances Lucifer would have laughed at him for doing such an act. Now, it just made him mourn. Mourn for what would have to happen if his Father didn't stop this.
"They are flawed! They're murderous! They would exile themselves for an apple!" Lucifer yelled, dodging a cut from his brother, and attempting his own. This time, Michael screamed, as the sword collided with a weak plate in his armor.
His Grace illuminated the battlefield, growing stronger as his anger increased.
And it did. It grew more and more powerful, with every brother that died. Any Angels within 100 feet of them burned to a crisp from the light that he was radiating.
He saw a lone figure, Dark Winged, who was the only one of such a shade to not be his ally. The figure fumbled with its knife, and yet still managed to stab one of its kin in the back. Somehow, even as it tried to hide it's emotion Lucifer could somehow sense what it felt.
Guilt. Endless guilt.
The figure was a fledging. No fledging should know the feel of a blade in the back of your brother.
And yet the figure, Castiel, dodged another knife and stabbed yet another of Lucifer's allies in the back.
Lucifer couldn't hate him. He should have, but he could never hate his own family. He just wished this could stop.
Why couldn't Father see the truth? Humans were evil, sinful beasts. To bow to any of them was blasphemy. Wasn't his trick with Eve proof enough of that?
"Lucifer, brother, please! Stop this now!" The flaming sword shot a ball of fire at his face. Lucifer's wings instantly moved to block the shot. He screamed, hiGrace glowing with intensity, as it made connection with them.
Feathers burned away, lost to the heat of the flame. He flapped the appendages insanely, trying to put out the fire that was eating away at him. Already, they tried to regrow in an attempt to heal the hashing wound that had already formed on his now-uncovered and unprotected skin. Newly scorched feathers and bits of skin slipped to the ground, useless forever more. Michael stopped attacking, hoping this would make him see sense.
The flapping soon put out that horrible blaze, and the feathers came to replace them. The worst thing was that they weren't the normal grey of his wings. The new shade was pitch black. Darker than any he's seen before. As his wings beat, he started to notice the few other feathers across the array of them that were, in fact, just as dark.
He had to acknowledge, there was no way he couldn't, that these were all new.
Then he stopped for a second, simply to think. An Angels wings were the summary of everything they were.
What was he becoming?
He shook his head, trying to clear it. He had to stop Michael. He had to make God see sense. Maybe if he could defeat his brother, his Father would realize?
He shot a blast of something out of his sword (Was that fire? Only Michael's sword could shoot fire), and Michael was able to dodge. The other Angel shook his head, sadly.
"Last chance, Lucifer. Just this once, bow. Don't do this to us. Look at how many die for you!" And he had. He kept looking. He couldn't stop. His brothers and sisters, dead because his Father was selfish and too proud to think over his actions.
Millions of scorched bodies decorated the battlefield. Allies stepped over dead allies, rushing to attack their enemies. Sibling stepped over sibling. And yet, For every one of Lucifer's force, there were three of Michael's that hadn't even seen battle yet.
There was no chance he could win this.
He could still turn back.
No more had to die.
"I'm sorry, Michael." And the second born grinned, thinking Lucifer had finally seen sense.
Lucifer lunged, and succeeded in stabbing his brother's right wing. Michael screamed, and Grace flowed out of the wound as mortal blood would. It tried, so desperately hard, to heal the wound. It couldn't. Grace couldn't heal a wound caused by an Angel blade.
Enochian chanting could be heard from the sky. Words from an absent Father. Lucifer wasn't paying attention to them. Michael, however, was. And he obeyed them.
Michael grabbed his brother's sword, and pulled it away from Lucifer's hand. A second later, he dropped to the ground, and radiated his power into it, forging a hole into the ground. Crumbling rock fell to the Earth at a million miles an hour.
He hid all emotion, all pain. Lucifer still looked ready to attack, even without his blade.
"Lucifer," Michael said, in a tone that Lucifer had never heard before. "I will do as the Lord has commanded. You and all of your followers are banished from the kingdom of Heaven." And in the place that every Dark Wing, save for the one that was not, rock crumbled underfoot and sent that Angel tumbling to the Earth below.
Lucifer, in a fit of rage, launched himself at Michael in an attempt to stop him from continuing to cast out all of these men. Michael sidestepped, and Lucifer missed him. And then, just as it did to his fallen allies, the ground collapsed under him, and Lucifer tumbled into the not-so-quiet sky.
His followers were screaming.
So was Lucifer.
(A/N Hello! Welcome to the story. I'm planning on making this a series about the Angels, mostly focusing on Castiel and the Archangels. This'll also include a lot of fledging!Angels. There'll also be some of 'minor' Angels like Anna and Samandriel.
If you see any spelling errors, please tell me. My Ipod likes being an idiot and autocorrecting things.
Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.)