The universe is vast. The dark matter hurled out combined with the song of creation has expanded through the nothingness of space to create and shape the heavenly bodies. The laws of physics themselves evolve and gravity itself takes hold. Spiralling and revolving around the stars the planets form. Shaped by the waves of the song they form their own choruses, more rigid and repetitive than the unadulterated freedom of light, which bends around them, diffuses through virgin atmospheres and settles on them.
Michael and Lucifer fly across the heavens, playing like lion cubs, they wrestle and roar, playful. Everything they witness is a miracle to them, a new cause for song and celebration. They rove the universe, leaping from galaxy to galaxy with carefree abandon. The song of their passing intertwining with the song of creation. They watched the creator, the one they now know as Father as me had light after light, thousands of them, each wrought uniquely from his very own substance. No two are the same, yet no one of them could ever be called different.
As they chase and race across planets, into the hearts of stars through the vast emptiness that lies between, their characters take shape. Michael notices the order, the perfections, and he begins to see patterns, Lucifer feels his inherent sense of awe grow, his adoration for Father deepens and he develops a reverence, an awareness of his own insignificance when compared to the inconceivable power of the one who made him.
He sings, his voice pure and beautiful, taken from the melody that made him. Of all the created beings in existence, all the angels his voice is the strongest and the purest. The other angels often copy him, joining with the melodies that he finds. There is no jealousy between the angels, where such perfect love rests their cannot be envy, they see each others uniqueness not clouded by rivalry but with equality. Their endless differences appreciated and treasured by each other as much as they are by the Father.
The angel cubs play fight crashes them onto one of the planets, as ever it is Michael who pins Lucifer, they laugh as they plummet through an atmosphere, thick and heavy with moisture. This is new to them, like so many things. They land on a rocky shore, and together look out across a vast expanse of water. Their passing, like lightening falling from the heavens has caused a storm, waves collide and water fountains high into the air. Of all the planets they have visited, windswept, barren rocks, cloudy gas giants, this is the first to have liquid on it.
At first they watch, then Michael places a paw into it. He brings his hand up, it is dripping and wet, he tastes it, exploring a texture he has felt before but cannot name. Lucifer follows suit, tentative at first, then he throws himself into the wetness. The current takes him and carries him a short distances before he launches himself from its depths.
"We must tell Father," shouts Michael.
Lucifer roars in excitement, "He'll want to see this."
Michael nods, unable to shake the hint of familiarity. "Yes, this is new."
With a broad grin the hovering Lucifer looks down at his older brother. "First one there gets to tell him." before a beat of his mighty wings launches him sky ward into the heavens.
Michael feels a new sensation as he throws himself upwards. He really wants it to be him, not Lucifer to bring this to Father. As they streak heavenwards across the sky, he does not laugh or observe the passing worlds. He is fixated on just one thing. Getting their first.