Sam and Dean yelped as they fell to the marble flooring rather unceremoniously. Sam groaned and rolled over onto his back while Dean flipped over onto his stomach to try and take in just where Chuck had sent them all.
Someone cleared their throat at them both and they turned to peer up at Him. Chuck raised an eyebrow and held out a hand to Dean, the hunter took the offered aid and pulled himself to his feet. Lucifer spared Sam a look and huffed, crossing his arms, and turning to take in there location and the others in the same time frame they had been sent to.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out what was-wait!
"Is that me!"
He got no answer to his inquiry.
"Michael, this is your new brother, his name is Heylel. He is yours to raise and yours to protect."
This younger version of Michael smiled and looked down to the tiny babe swaddled in his arms, there was a soft coo from the bundle and he pulled away the folds of the blanket to reveal a pale face and baby red eyes. A gummy smile and a giggle as little hands reached up for him. Michael smiled again, wider then the first, and pulled the little one closer.
"He is perfect."
"Indeed."
He smiled up at the voice, Father, and rocked the babe a bit.
"Welcome to your new home little one, my name is Michael."
"Who is Heylel?"
Lucifer turned a glare in Dean's direction and smirked when the hunter back up behind his Father just a bit. Almost easy to miss with the naked eye but he had indeed caught it and found it extremely amusing.
Heylel.
He hadn't been called that name in such a long time. Chuck watched the scene with this sort of reminesent smile adorning his features, watching as Michael showed this baby Heylel to his new home. How excited the boy had been to be gifted with something so special.
"It's my name."
Chuck turned from the scene to the realtime version and Lucifer met his gaze with a glare, "Or it was my name."
Sam turned at the huff with his own questions but was cut off midstride by Chuck.
"It's still your name, you were the one who changed it to this 'Lucifer'."
"Your name isn't Lucifer?"
Lucifer, Heylel, rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Of course not. Did you seriously never noticed that almost every angel's actual name ends in 'el'? Raphael? Michael? Heck, Castiel?"
"But Metatr-"
"Was not originally an Angel. There are humans that have been turned into angels because of their deeds on Earth. Metatron. Naomi. Sandalphon."
He turned to look back as Michael read from that leather wrapped book of stories and little him soaked it all up.
"'El' means 'of God'. My name is Heylel. I changed it to Lucifer when I fell, or, well, the humans helped out a lot actually. But I'm the Light of God. So no my name is not really 'Lucifer'."
They nodded as if that would be the last of their questions but they all knew it was far from over. Lucifer turned back to watch.
"Was Michael really so...lovey?"
Chuck snorted and Lucifer huffed, "Yes. He wasn't always so tough and stern. He was everyones big brother."
"But Michael I wanna see the new stars Abba just created!"
Michael chuckled softly and tossed the petulant angel over his shoulder and gave his hip a slight tickle. Heylel giggled and kicked.
"And you shall, when Abba says it is done. You know the rules as well as I do."
The younger archangel huffed and crossed his arms as he bobbed up and down dangled over Michael's back with every step the elder took. This just wasn't fair, he wanted to see them while they were still fresh, not when they were hot and boring.
"Heylel."
"I know I know, 'no going near the creations until they are finished for you could cause harm to yourself and anything around you' you've told me this before Michael."
"And I will keep reminding you until it sticks. Have you finished your studies?"
"Studies are boring!"
Michael chuckled again and shook his head at the younger ones pouting. He picked up a bit of speed as he went down the stone steps that lead to the Garden that they spent their free time in.
"Is that a pout I hear?"
"No. You're just going senile."
"Oh and attitude? Whatever shall I do with this?"
"Michael put me down!"
"As you wish."
"No way!", Dean Winchester exclaimed in excitement and amazement, "Please tell me this is not real! Are you serious!"
Chuck was trying, and failing, to hide a chuckle behind his hand as Lucifer went red in the face in embarrassment and started stuttering.
"Don't you dare!"
"You're ticklish!"
"No and if you ask me again or ever talk about this I will rip your tongue from your mouth and shove it down your throat backwards."
Chuck snickered and nodded to Sam, when the hunter had turned to look at him for the real answer to the question that had obviously irritated the devil even more then normal, and he grinned to himself.
Lucifer spun, "Went back a bit far didn't we Abba?"
He waved his hand and time sped up around them.
Raphael was created.
The there was Gabriel.
More angels.
Heaven expanded.
The Garden became Eden.
And then the War.
'Before there was Light, before there was God and the Archangels, there wasn't nothing. There was The Darkness. A horribly destructive Amoral force that was beaten back by God and His Archangels in a terrible war. God locked The Darkness away where it could do no harm, and He created a mark that would serve as both Lock and Key which He entrusted to His most valued lieutenant Lucifer, but the mark began to assert it's own will, revealed itself as a curse, and began to corrupt. Lucifer began to get jealous of man, God banished Lucifer to Hell.'
"Heylel you are not yourself! This is not you!"
Michael side stepped the swipe of the blade, the faint sounds of the worried echoes of his younger two brothers behind him, Heylel swinging his blade back around before him, this was not the Heylel that they knew.
This thing was not their brother!
"Fight it brother! Do not let it get to you! Come back to us! Come back to ME!"
Heylel let out a noise that sounded like that of a wounded animal and bent forward, there on his arm, was a faint mark. A dark tattoo. A permanent fixture. It pulsed and he screamed loud and pained. Michael waved the other two off, Gabriel and Raphael flew as hard as they could to get away from this battle of brothers.
This battle of wills.
Michael rammed his blade into his brothers and knocked them both aside, letting his own fall away with the other, and rushed to his brothers side. He caught him as he fell forward, Heylel sobbing in his shoulder his agony and his guilt.
"Michael I'm scared! It hurts! Make it stop!"
He looked completely broken, unknowing what to do, how to help his brother whom he had raised and was in so much pain. There was nothing he could do but hold him as tight as he could and whisper soft nonsense in his ear. Heylel clutched to him begging him to take it away, to make it stop.
Heylel was cut off mid scream as a light enveloped them, a hand reached out for them, for Heylel.
"Child? I have heard of your battles, why have you not come to me?"
Heylel hid away in Michael's chest stuttering between sobs apologies to Abba for not being strong enough, the light, following the hand, caressed the side of his face brushing away tears.
"You are not weak Son, you are so much stronger then all of your brothers and sisters combined, you have faught valiantly, let Me help you now."
Heylel still sobbed, clutching his brothers tunic, and screamed again.
"Heylel, give Me your arm Son."
