Oh how I hate this place, but I doubt I'll ever get the chance to escape again. First I was thrown down here by Michael, and then again at the whim of two brothers. Two humans. Lucifer just couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. He had spent all of those centuries in this horrid prison, planning out every single little detail of his plan, thinking of all the things that could go wrong and creating hundreds of back up plans for them. But the one thing he didn't anticipate was the love the two brothers had for each other and their willingness to sacrifice themselves for each other. Before humans were created Michael and I used t-
He cut off that thought abruptly and, snarling in anger, he punched Adam hard in the stomach. Adam groaned in pain but it was no worse than anything else he had endured during one of the brothers' "fits." Lucifer and Michael generally used him as a punching bag to relieve their frustrations. At first Lucifer and Michael had just fought each other over and over and over again, Adam and Sam getting caught in the crossfire every now and then, but now that Sam was gone, they were just content to torture Adam.
Lucifer hit him again, this time in the jaw. Adam whimpered pathetically before flinching as Lucifer raised his fist again. Adam endured blow after blow as silently as he could. He knew that Lucifer didn't like hearing his screams, but he couldn't keep every single gasp or cry from coming out into the open. Michael was a different matter though; he seemed to love listening to any pained noise Adam made. Adam cursed the day he had given his consent to be a vessel to the malicious archangel.
Michael, sensing his brother's rage, came over and started beating on Adam as well. By the time they were finished his "body" wasn't even intact and his soul was nearly ripped in half. They'd done worse but they both knew better than to damage their toy too much. All three of the prisoners knew that Adam would be healed by tomorrow, relatively speaking.
There was no time in the Pit. No sun, no moon, no light. It was the deepest, darkest, and loneliest part of hell. At least it was until Michael and Adam fell in with Lucifer. It changed constantly so you never knew what to expect. One day it would be frozen over, the next day fire would engulf every corner of the pit, another time it would shrink until the three were pressed uncomfortably close together, another lightning would strike the occupants, another knives would be hurled from thin air to strike anything they could reach, and sometimes, a fierce windstorm would force the angel's out of the "sky" and down onto the "floor" with Adam.
Some things stayed the same though. It was always pitch black, with six sides, and tattered old feathers piled up on the floor. Lucifer looked down at his own broken feathers and choked back a sob. The floor was covered in broken, torn, and bent black and red feathers, so that no one knew what the floor even looked like anymore. It was the only comfort this personalized Hell provided, a nice soft bed. He had been surprised the first time his feathers started molting and remained on the floor the next "day". He would've thought that Pit would take away everything he loved. At the very bottom of the pile, there were still some of his original, elegant, gold and white feathers, that had slowly turned black and red after spending so much time down in this Hellhole.
Lucifer looked at his own wings in disgust. They were still magnificent appendages, but the feathers looked like they had been dragged through a thick forest of thorns and covered with the pitch black night sky without the stars, before the bottoms were dipped in a pool of blood. He gazed over at Michael's wings, whose beautiful, pure white feathers were only just starting to bend and darken.
He sighed and flew to the other side of the Pit and sat down, leaning his back against the wall, wrapped his arms around his knees, put his face down, and hid himself with his broken wings out of shame. A few minutes later he felt a gentle hand stroking the coverts down to the secondary feathers on his right wing before doing the same to the left.
In a strange way, being thrown into the deepest, darkest part of hell made the two archangel brothers closer. Lucifer finally was able to tell Michael his version of events, as the victim, and how God had abandoned them. At first Michael had refused to believe it, insisting that Lucifer was just being a dishonorable child, a horrible son, a disgrace amongst angels, but then, as the centuries started to drag on, he allowed himself to believe. Michael's newfound hatred for his deadbeat father, began to rival that of his younger brother's.
Soon, Michael became the bad one and Lucifer the relative "good" one of their screwed up family, and their arguments occurred less and less often as their original, loving relationship began to assert itself again. Before too long they started plotting together, ways to get out of the cage, to get revenge on their father who had lied to them for so long, to destroy his "precious" creations that started the whole mess.
Lucifer looked up at Michael and his big brother knelt down next to him, placing both hands on his shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Hey, it's going to be fine Luce. We won't have to stay here too much longer. We just have to make sure we stick to the plan and we will get out of her e in no time." Michael made sure Lucifer was meeting his gaze before adding, "I promise."
Lucifer nodded, having no doubt that they would. After all, Michael was his brother, and his brother never broke his promises. Michael pulled him in for a quick hug before pulling back and flying away quickly.
Lucifer sighed, after 451 years in the pit Michael had gotten much better at showing affection, but they still weren't able to go back to that easy comradeship they had shared when they were fledglings. Back when they were inseparable. They rarely had to speak to know when the other needed a hug or to play or to talk or to simply be held whilst they cried. Lucifer was impressed and proud of Michael's progress but he was also impatient. But he recognized that his brother needed time and so he gave Michael his emotional space and they continued finalizing the plan.
After about 666 years Hell time, five years and six months and a couple weeks human time, after the original apocalypse, they were ready to rise. Lucifer had remembered how after he was fist thrown down, the pit had felt very weak for a whole twelve months once it hit the 666 year mark. And so the brothers pounded their prison from the inside for the whole year, working together to get the best effect, and sending all of their combined force into one area at a time. Until, finally, it was weak enough for them to punch an archangel sized hole through it. Michael flew out first and turned to help his younger brother out, who was still rather weak. They rose together, dragging Adam along in their wake.