Title: - Sibling Rivalry
Personae dramatis: - Michael, Lucifer
Summery: - Victory in this battle of sibling rivalry will surely never be won
Disclaimer: - Standard disclaimer applied
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This is Keikii's brain working at a fevered pace the nasty taste of Panadol in her mouth as she fights the urge to go back to sleep. Ugh…
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Michael looked tiredly at the man before him. Lucifer stared back at him, an amused smile on his face, his eyes as cold as ever. Michael shuddered involuntarily as his brother laughed. "Is this what Michael of the Flame has been reduced to? You're nothing more than a worthless lump of flesh." He laughed again his voice becoming colder still, cold enough it seemed to chill even Michael's everlasting Flame. "Oh my… God's stronghold gets weaker as time passes, doesn't it? Or maybe it's just you, little brother." He bent forward, stroking the redhead's cheek in a twisted parody of gentleness. Michael could not retaliate; his limbs were too exhausted to move. He glared at Lucifer, Fire meeting Ice, for the first time in a battle of wills rather than strength or wits. "You've not gotten any stronger since our little separation, have you? Nor any more mature it seems." The Ice grew, as if feeding off of the Flame. "If you had, Mikael, maybe for once you could have been a match for me." He turned away from the pitiful sight.
"No match?" it was no more than a whisper, yet the heated menace behind the words caused the Demon Lord to stop. Michael cackled, unaware of his brother's actions. "No fuckin match? Little Mika-chan can never match the awesome skill of the First Morningstar, inn'at right?" Michael's voice cracked with hysteria as he spoke. "Little Mika-chan, who could never even win an argument, leastways a match or a battle or, hell, a war against his own fuckin brother-" Lucifer turned to see tears form in Michael's eyes, tears that seemed to boil as the archangel spoke. "-is no match for Lucifer, can always count himself Lucky to even be challenged by Lucifer. Hell, it's a great Fuckin Honor, to be beaten by the wonderful Lucifel, isn't it? Aren't I, the worthless piece of shit on the shoe of the beloved Lucifel, Lucky to even be alive in your presence, so many goddamned times?" Tears fell freely as he forced himself upright to see Lucifer. "If, like you say, Michael, the Archangel of Fire, your brother is no match for you; is a shittin insult to heaven, why not Fucking Kill Me!!"
"He-Hey! Come back!" Michael had fallen over on his stomach, and watched his brother walk away from him, adding insult to injury. "Get your ass back here! Goddammit, Lucifel, fucking finish what you started. Fucking kill me already!!" Michael smacked and kicked the ground screaming in agony and frustration.
Victory in this battle of sibling rivalry will surely never be won.
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A/N: - Ok I'm not too sure of this one. I tried to get Lucifer but I doubt that came off right. He seems out of character to me, I dunno. Michael was easier to work with, but I think I may have screwed up somewhere. Did I leave much to the imagination, or just enough? I think I may be worrying too much, but tis me. Um… let me know?