Lucifer stood his ground after running away from Michael for what seems like days. Really, hiding from his brother in the cage? Brilliant move. He's definitely the devil. He crossed his arms and glared at his older brother as he appeared before him, fiery with holy rage. Definitely the kind of son God would be proud of with his hair billowing in the wind that shouldn't even be here. "What do you want Michael?!" Lucifer demanded.
"I want you to repent for your sins." Michael said darkly, shoving his brother onto the floor of the cage, their surroundings merely a swirl of darkness wanting to suck them in. But right now Michael and Lucifer only have eyes for each other.
"What if I say no?" Lucifer asked, smirking up at his brother with his eyes flashing. Michael glared, not saying a single word as he straddled his brother, pinning him down by the wrists while his legs locked Lucifer's thighs together.
"Shall I make you? Shall I make you repent for your sins?" His voice seemed to get a touch darker, as though willing Lucifer to say no, to tell him that he refuses to repent and that Michael can try as hard as he wants but he'll never make his younger brother submit to him. Michael leaned in closer as though examining the rebel beneath him, looking for a weakspot like a good little soldier.
Lucifer grinned widely and spat in Michael's face earning an immediately reaction as the area around them trembled causing Lucifer to feel as though the Earth itself is pressing down on him from above but there's nowhere he can go, no way he can escape the crushing pain. Lucifer couldn't even gasp, not that he needs to. "Do I need to ask you again?" Michael asked, his voice patient and smooth but there's that hint of humor in his eyes, as though he's enjoying himself.
"What do you want?! What do you want with me?!" Lucifer demanded, his eyes blazing and his hand shaking but the pressure is still there... it feels as though he's going to break, shatter into a million pieces, but Michael would never let that happen. That's just because his brother is sick.
"I want you to repent. I want you to be mine." Michael said easily but there was this smirk on his face. Lucifer knows for a fact that Michael doesn't even know he's doing it which makes the situation confusing. It means that... Michael's losing it. He's losing his grasp on reality. The poor toy soldier lost his commander and now he wants to get some semblance of control. He wants to see how far he can take this, how much he can own of his brother. Michael wants to own him.
"You want to own me." Lucifer murmured, testing the words out on his vessel's tongue. In an instant the pain was gone, the weight of the earth has finally left him alone. He looked into Michael's clear eyes and decided that yes... for this instant, he'd like to be owned.
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