Supernatural High - Chapter 9
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Chapter 9
"Dammit, Lucifer," Michael swore as they returned to Heaven. The second day of school came and went, and Lucifer was finding it more and more difficult to stand his older brother. I mean, he made one mistake, and suddenly he was the "bad guy". Lilith was hot! So what if she was Adam's wife? Then of course, Lilith when dark side, and then Dad had to make Even to replace her, but it was worth it. Lucifer served his time in Hell as punishment, but he got out on good behavior! Dad had taken pity on him, and allowed him back in Heaven. And Lucifer was trying his best – he really was – to make things right with his brothers and sisters, and with his Father.
Everyone seemed to welcome him back . . . everyone except Michael.
"Oh, what did I do wrong this time, Michael?" Lucifer demanded, rounding on his older brother.
Michael stopped short, seeming almost insulted that Lucifer had spoken back to him. "First of all, I saw you sneaking off with that demon bitch again today."
Lucifer lost it. An angel blade appeared in his hand, and he glowered at his brother. "Michael, don't talk about Meg that way."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot she had the nerve to use a human name! After all, she is just riding some poor girl. But you don't care about that do you, Lucifer?" Michael sneered.
"Like you care about what happens to those meat-suits!" Lucifer snarled back. It was quite possible that his brother was the biggest hypocrite on earth, and in Heaven. "You don't care what happens to them any more than the demons do, so before you go criticizing my girlfriend why don't you stop being a hypocrite, and act the way you say you do?"
Michael didn't laugh, he just stared evenly at his younger brother.
Lucifer could have left it alone there, but he wasn't done. "You see corruption and evil and hatred everywhere except inside yourself, Michael. I know what I did! I know I rebelled against Dad! I know that what I did was wrong, and I owned up to it! So why can't you accept that?"
"Because you don't mean that," Michael replied sharply. "You say you owned up to it, but you don't regret it. You did penance in the cage, but it was forced. You don't feel bad for what you did. You are not remorseful – you never were. You are not honest, and it is because of that that I can never forgive you for what you did. Father gave you a second chance, perhaps against his better judgment, because you were his favorite son. If I ever dared to do what you did, I would never get a second chance. Father would have never let me out of the cage. But he let you out. And you have everyone fooled – but not me. I know who and what you are, Lucifer. You are a liar, a traitor, and I can never trust you again."
Before Lucifer could even think of a response to that, Michael was gone with a flutter of wings.
Lucifer looked at the ground and let out a tired sigh. When his Father had let him out of the cage, he had been so relieved . . . so overjoyed. He was free. He could return to Heaven. And here he was – in his home . . . He thought that things would be different – that they would be better. But they weren't. Michael hated him . . . and even now, after all these years, and after all that had gone on between then, Lucifer valued Michael's opinion above all others. And knowing that his own brother couldn't stand him . . . didn't trust him.
Maybe Dad wasn't trying to give me a second chance; maybe he was just trying to bring me more torment. Sending me home to Michael who hates me . . . I can't imagine a more despicable hell.
"Lucifer," Gabriel's voice called him back to the present.
The archangel looked up to see his younger brother watching him with solicitous eyes. "Are you . . . okay?"
Lucifer knew that he should tell his brother the truth – be honest with him . . . But the last thing he wanted was to worry his little brother more than necessary. "Yes, I'm . . . I'm okay."
Gabriel arched an unconvinced eyebrow, but seemed to let it go. Then Lucifer noticed something odd about his brother. He seemed to be . . . glowing. Yes, his grace was shining brighter than normal. "Gabriel . . . are you okay?"
His brother gave him a weird look. "Of course. Why do you ask?"
"Your grace is shining brighter than I've ever seen it," Lucifer commented.
Gabriel got very quiet then. He almost seemed to be . . . sheepish. "Oh . . . well . . . It's nothing you need to be concerned about, brother. Trust me, I'm fine – better than fine, actually."
"And what brought this on?" Lucifer continued to inquire. There is something he's not telling me . . . Something important . . . and he doesn't seem to want me to know it. I could read his mind . . . but that would be violating his trust. Michael hates me, I don't need Gabriel to have a grudge against me as well, but . . . Lucifer mulled over this option for a few more seconds.
During this time, Gabriel replied, "Oh, nothing really. Just having a really good day, that's all."
"Sure," Lucifer answered, clearly unconvinced. He couldn't take it anymore, he narrowed his eyes, and focused his energy on Gabriel's thoughts. Lucifer felt his grace stretch as he got a stream of Gabriel's thoughts.
Lucifer saw everything from Gabriel's perspective. He was in the boys restroom at school. The next thing Lucifer saw was a boy – taller than Gabriel, but definitely younger. Lucifer also knew that the boy was human – he could tell by the flush on his cheeks, and the sound of his pounding heart. Gabriel had paid attention to that – the way the boy's heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. He also paid attention to the boys sweet scent. Lucifer also thought he caught a trace of arousal in the air.
And then what happened next made Lucifer nearly hiss in disgust. They were kissing – Gabriel and this human. Their lips were fighting against one another, their hands grasping and pulling at each other. Their labored breaths mingled into one consecutive gasp whenever they broke for a small gulp of air.
And then Gabriel was pushed again the wall. Lucifer felt Gabriel's own heart began to pound with lust. His brother's vessel was going wild with passion – new hormones were being secreted in the brain, the heart rate continued to accelerate, and his pants began to feel rather tight in the crotch area.
Lucifer could also make out Gabriel's inner thoughts during this time. Sam, he kept thinking. Sam, oh . . . Sam . . . FUCK! This kid's gonna . . . Father, forgive me for this. Gabriel's thoughts then became incoherent – unintelligible. They were a mixture of abstract images of pleasure – flashes of what Gabriel planned to do with this human in the future.
Lucifer couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out of Gabriel's thoughts, recoiling from his brother with disgust.
"WERE YOU INSIDE MY HEAD!?" Gabriel shouted. Clearly Lucifer's invasion into his brother's private thoughts was not as discreet as he would have liked.
Lucifer did the best he could to purge those memories from his head, but one thought remained: the boy's name. Sam. This is the name of the human that's corrupted my brother! "And it's a good thing I did!" Lucifer shouted in reply. "What did you do, Gabriel!? You . . . with a human?! Are you mad?"
Gabriel stood up straight. "It's my life, Lucifer. And if I want to be with a human, than who's gonna stop me?" he challenged.
Lucifer glowered at him. "I will," he stated firmly. "No brother of mine is going to be whoring around with a human!"
"You will do no such thing, Lucifer," Gabriel snapped, stepping up so he was almost toe-to-toe with his brother. "If you lay a hand on Sam, I swear to Dad, I will never forgive you! Do you hear me, brother?"
For a moment, Lucifer paused. Now Gabriel was mad at him too! But who could blame Lucifer for acting this way? Humans were broken, flawed, violent, awful creatures! Gabriel deserved much better! But was that a good enough reason to lose Gabriel's affections? He'll thank me later, Lucifer tried to tell himself, but he wasn't so sure. "I hear you," he muttered before stalking off. He needed to find someone sane to talk to for a change.
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