Michael jumped slightly when he heard a crash outside the house of someone's heaven. He turned to look out the window and saw his little brother, Lucifer, trying desperately to flap his wings. All eight of them. Michael quickly stepped outside and caught his little brother before he could fall. "Really, Luci? I thought I told you that you couldn't fly until you-"
"Yeah I know I know! But look at my wings! How can I not fly, Michael? I have eight of them!" Lucifer looked up at his brother with big eyes. Michael set him down and patted his head. "You're just not old enough yet, Luci. Come on, let me clean your wings, okay?" Lucifer pouted ever so slightly and they sat in the corner of the yard of this strangers heaven. Lucifer spread out his wings and Michael started picking out the stray leaves, twigs, and thorns from the bush. "How many heavens did you go through to get to me?"
"Like...ten." Michael stopped cleaning Lucifer's wings and let his hands fall to his sides.
"You know, you could have just prayed and I would have shown up."
"Yeah but I wanted to show you I can fly Michael! And I can!"
"No, you can't. You're not old enough, so please just take everything one step at a time, alright?" This caused Lucifer to groan and fall face first onto the grass. "Luci, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to lay here until my wings become beautiful."
"...get off the grass, Lucifer."
