Chloe giggled. "Yeah, totally sounds like him. He is so vain with his wings, he would never ask me but he loves it when I groom them."
Amenadiel nodded with a big grin. "I should have offered him my help with his wings back in hell." The black angel felt bad about it now.
But it was done and all he could do now was simply be a better brother.
Chloe must have seen the sad look on his face, because she put her hand on his forearm. "Hey, everyone makes mistakes, even angels...No, especially angels. You changed a lot since I've known you, as did Lucifer. You know him, he enjoys your company even without telling you. He is stubborn and proud, wounded and hides his insecurities behind a mask, but I see the look on his face every time he gets a message from you. I think a well hidden part of him really misses his family. Maybe not his Dad, but his siblings. Okay, who am I kidding? He misses his Dad. I'm sure he is searching for approval and an apology or any other small thing from him. He is angry. But he is still that little boy who needs his parents." Chloe rolled her eyes at her own words. "Please don't tell him that I just called him a little boy. I would never hear the end of it." The Detective sighed heavily
"He grew up in a big family. He isn't made for loneliness. Am I right?"
"You have no Idea." Amenadiel sipped his drink once again.
"Samael! I don't have time for you now. I'm busy. LEAVE!"
"But Dad…" The young angel had a hurt, crestfallen look on his face.
"You should not call me that, son. I told you I'm busy."
"Yes….Father." Samael let his wings droop and pressed them against his back.
"But you promised. You promised to look when I finished them. You are supposed to keep your promises." Samael was never an easy one. He was never obedient like his brothers and sisters, he always questioned orders. It was something his Father was angry about, even if he had made him that way.
"Go and play with your siblings, Samael."
"Yes...Father." He left, feeling betrayed once more. He promised. Why would he promise something only to break it afterwards? Samael looked up at the sky. There was his creation. Bright, illuminating the sky for Father's little project. He was so proud, but Dad? He refused to even look at them. As soon as the angel left the building, he kicked the first stone he saw.
His mother was busy brooding about Father's project. And his siblings? They didn't want to spend time with him. They wanted to do their jobs. Eating, sleeping, some wing grooming, then their jobs again.
That was all they could think about. Maybe his favorite brother could spare some time. What did he do anyway? Samael spread his wings and with a few powerful flaps he was off the ground, flying to his destination.
He heard the sound of metal against metal in the air. Amenadiel was training. Of course. There were only a few activities other than that which the angel did in his rare free time. His sparring partner Sachiel was sweating and panting. While Amenadiel just had one big longsword, she preferred to fight with two one-handed swords - wings also flared out, the wing blades shining in the sun.
Both ended their sparing as they saw the young angel, and Sachi smiled. "Thanks for the training, brother." She bowed down before she took off. Samael sat down on the grass and looked at him. Just looked, with those damn brown eyes of his.
"What is it brother? Spit it out, what did you do?"
Samael pouted. "Why do you always think I've done something?"
Amenadiel raised one eyebrow, sending a sceptical look towards him.
"I swear, I've done nothing. I just asked a for little time with him." He hunched his shoulders in defeat, his wings drooping to follow the motion.
"Is it too much to ask? He promised me, Amenadiel. I just wanted to show him."
"You know pride is a sin?"
"No! I'm not...I just wanted to share something with him. I know we all have each other, it's just…" Samael's look dropped to the ground and he began to pluck the grass.
"I don't know the feeling in my chest, but it's horrible. I can't explain it and it seems you the others don't feel the same. You all have your assignments and are happy to do nothing more that that all day. But me? Yes, I love to make all the lights. But is it wrong that I want to spend time with my family? Besides sleeping and grooming? We all could discover the little worlds that Dad made... together. Just a few at a time, nobody would know if we took some time off, you know?"
"Oh Sammy, you know that Father forbade it. You don't want to be the target of his wrath, do you?" Their Father could be a jerk if he was angry. Little Uriel, the youngest of their siblings - at the moment - knew this. He once destroyed a big part of the library with his powers - just removing a little book was enough. Uriel just wanted to know how his powers worked and for what they were useful. He was grounded, not allowed to fly for a long time. And every one of the siblings loved flying. That's what they were made for, after all, and it was a big part of their bodies and souls.
"We could train together, little brother." That would be spending time together, at least in Amenadiel's head. What was the difference between that and visiting the little balls of dirt down there?
"Well if you insist, but you know how that ends."
Amenadiel glared at him. "NO lightbringer skills, so it will be fair, little brother."
The other angel pouted and ruffled his wings. That was a huge disadvantage. He was faster than Amenadiel, a lot actually, but the other had much more experience and strength. Amenadiel could knock him out with a single hit if he wanted to.
"Training blades, then," the younger one muttered. His brother agreed to that. Normally Samael would have preferred his fire sword, but this training sword had to do for now.
He started his attacks; Amenadiel knew him well by now. He was impulsive, without strategy. But Samael was young, never fought a real battle, so who he was to blame? And he wouldn't listen, always counting on a feint or his lightbringer magic to win a fight. And why not? It was a lot of power, frightening even, for some of the siblings.
Amenadiel sent him to the dust a few times, gave him a few bruises and a few broken and dirty feathers.
Samael huffed, annoyed as he stood up again. One hit. He just wanted to have one hit. He could do it. The longer the fight went on, the more advantage Samael had. He learned the patterns of Amenadiel's fighting, similar to Uriel...No. Uriel knew the patterns, he had to learn them.
Just one hit….He ducked as Amenadiel was about to hit him, jumped over him - with a flap of his wings - right after he avoided the sword and hit him on one of his wings.
That brought a big, bright smile over the young angel's face. A proud one. And Amenadiel could only chuckle. "Good, little brother. But I will not abandon my post here. You have to learn that. Obey Father's orders. Do not challenge him, Sammy. His patience will wear out out at some point."
The latter threw his hands up in defeat. "But it's boring. I've lit the sky, I even did more than he asked for, painted pictures in the dark and now I'm bored. I want to see his newest project. I want to spend time with him."
