Inside the Pit

Lucifer's Point of View

"Well Brother, are you happy now?" asked Michael, glaring at me with his blue eyes; he was still inside Adam Milligan's meat suit.

"About what? The fact that I'm stuck in hell again or the fact that I'm stuck here with you?" I smirked, seeing the sadness in Michael's eyes. He had always hoped that I would turn myself around, that our Father and I would resolve our differences and the eternal war would be over. I chuckled at this, and got back to pacing.

"We are stuck in the deepest, darkest part of Hell Lucifer, and we will be here for a long time. Do you think that maybe, just maybe, you could treat me as if I'm your brother again?" he begged. I could spot a tear in the corner of his meat suit's eye, and I felt ashamed. When we weren't on different 'teams', Michael and I had been the best of friends. Heaven had been our playground, and we always found mischief to get into, no matter what.

"Michael, are you forgetting that our sole purpose in existence is to kill one another? Do you realize what would have happened if Sam Winchester hadn't overpowered me? One of us would be dead right now," I remarked.

"Speaking of Sam Winchester, how did he manage to take over?"

"I have no idea. That's what frightens me, Michael. How did a humane take power over me? ME?" I shouted, pounding my fist against the wall in an all too common fit of rage.

"I don't know, brother, I mean, Adam Milligan's soul has been quite responsive to me. He's not tried to take control once. Maybe you aren't as strong as you thought you were."

"Shut your mouth, Michael. You have no idea how strong I am."

"I really think that I do."

"That's not the point. The point is that Sam Winchester was somehow able to summon enough strength to overpower my spirit."

"Well, Brother, I don't know what to say."

Michael and I sat in silence for what seemed like hours, with him still sitting on the floor, head in his hands, and with me pacing around the tiny cage we were in. I started to formulate an idea in my mind, and I stopped pacing.

"I have a plan, Michael."

"Tell me brother, what is it?"

"You hate the Winchesters just as much as I do, right?"

"Yes…but if this plan involves doing evil things, Lucifer, I can't do it."

"Think about it, Michael. God turned his back on you the moment he let you fall into the pit. If he loved you at all, don't you think he would've granted you the ability to teleport or whatever you call it out of the pit by now?"

"Lucifer, you know as well as I that father is busy."

"Too busy for his beloved archistratege?"

Michael considered what I was saying; for once he was being reasonable and not being such a (what do humans call it?) goody-goody. Michael had always been our father's favorite, and because of this, he felt the need to be perfect in his eyes. When the eternal war began, Michael had sided with our father only because he didn't want to lose favor in his eyes. As a result, Michael and I had been chosen to fight each other in the face of the apocalypse.

"Lucifer, I'm not sure about this. What if father finds out? What if he PUNISHES us?" asked Michael, his meat suit's eyes welling with tears.

"Save it for someone who cares, Michael. I can protect you; I will make sure that nothing happens to you."

"Do you mean it?"

"Have I ever lied to you before, Michael? All I want to do is find a way out of here and give the Winchester's what's coming to them."