"Hello, Mikey." Azrael appears behind the real evil twin.
"Azrael, what are you doing here?"
"You know, I'm never one to meddle with your affairs or nefarious plans against Lu— mainly because he could handle himself well — but, Ella? Really? She hasn't done anything to you."
"She is friends with Lucifer and therefore my enemy."
The Angel of Death groans. Michael is supposed to be the sword of God, the right-hand archangel, or whatever, and yet he's far from one.
"I don't remember you being this whiny. Listen, if you lay a hand on Ella, I am going to kick your ass."
"Oooh. Is that a threat little sister?"
"Consider it a warning. I haven't forgotten how you persuaded Uriel to steal my blade and even though it's through his own action that he's wiped out of existence, it's still your fault for putting that idea in his head. You're gonna pay for that one, too."
"Oh?" Michael retorts, downplaying his little sister's threats, thinking she's all bark and no bite.
Azrael closes the gap between them and tiptoes so that she could reach his ears, and whispers, "I'm the angel of death you arrogant punk. You do not want to mess with me."
Her hand goes through the center of Michael's chest and reaches for his heart, and squeezes. The archangel gasps and writhes in pain as he holds on to his younger sister's shoulder for support.
"You know I hate violence, but I'm willing to make an exception just for you because you are so annoying."
She spats, her anger evident, and if she wanted to, she could inflict so much more.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I get it. Now let go."
"Are you sure? You look like you need some more... convincing, for the lack of a better term." And she squeezes some more that it almost brings her brother to his knees.
"I said I get it! Let go!"
She retracts her hand and Michael stumbles backward, catching his breath. Michael looks up, clutching his chest, and glares at the Angel of Death who's grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"I'm keeping an eye on you, brother."
"That's sweet," Michael mocks and something sharp flies his way that he didn't have enough time to dodge. The cut that the object made on his cheek starts to bleed after.
"Ooops." Azrael shrugs and grins at him again. And then she's gone.
Michael scoffs as he wipes off the blood from his face, a little shaken more than he'd like to admit. Perhaps he should really reconsider going after Ella.