SPOILERS S5a
TWINS
God is unique.
Every creation, every member of their family….
All unique.
Michael's feet weights harder on Samael's ribs. His grin marks his features deeper as his twin's upper body leans forwards, towards the void.
Twins.
Twins.
Identical.
Why?
Because Their Father needed two hands acting as one. Right, he heard that a lot. Too many times. Not now, though, now that it's time to cut one hand from the other.
Now that he can finally be… unique.
Samael's gaze meets his. His.
His gaze, his face, hair and features.
Not his wings - white, magnificent, unharmed. Not his back, straight towards the upcoming fall. Not his scream - the voice of an angel, of light. Samael's fall is as bright as his ascent had been.
That's not fair, it's always the same.
Twin faith.
Yet…
Yet, Michael is his own man now.
Unique.