The black clouds had surrounded the sky and the wind were stormily blowing. The winds were so strong that it was making tree swaying in it's direction. Leafs and branches were flying around. There were two figure standing in the field.

"You know that we don't have to fight, Michael." Lucifer said, trying to manipulate his so called brother out of it. No, since when did Michael started to disobey God's order?

"I don't want to fight you, Lucifer. You're my brother. But I'm afraid that's where our destiny have lead us to." Michael said, taking out his archangel blade. Lucifer slowly slowly took his out while saying, "Fine. If that's what you want, I'll kill you."

They started circling each other. Suddenly, the thunder boomed in the sky. They started to swing the blades. Then here it goes. The dance of death begans! A thunderbolt hit the tree causing it to fired up and burned into ashes.

Every time they swang blades, the weather got worse. Their presence was affecting it like the acid to human skin. Trees were catching fire and thunderstorm worsen. The stormy winds were making the fire sway with sparks flying in the air. The two archangels managed to leave some scratches on each other.

"Is that what you all got, Michael?" Lucifer challenged him, spinning his blade playfully. Michael snorted and said, "I am just getting started."

This time Lucifer attacked first. It was not like he didn't care about his broken family but the anger was taking over him. The rage which was begging him to just explode out from centuries was bursting out.

He was letting the beast inside him woke up and released it from the cage he kept it in just for this time. It didn't matter if he died now in the process, he would killed the damn pain in the ass he had to suffered. The last one of heaven's greatest absolute terrifying weapon would die.

He extended his limbs, wings, all six of them. His eyes turned pink. It was destroying his vessel. Michael stretched his blue wings and the damn sword in his hands. The one in the stories. The one in those prophecies. The one from which Michael would kill Lucifer.

The battle of death continued. The damage they caused was wordless. After all damage they did, they were sinful. They even putted the sin on shame. They didn't knew if that was worth it but there's no coming back.

With that thought in mind they swing the blade. Even though they got success in stabbing each other in heart but they, themselves, were stabbed. Lucifer coughed the blood and looked at Michael who was in no better condition. He smirked and said, "Was it worth it?"

"Killing a sinful creature which shouldn't be allowed to exist? Yes." Michael spat some blood. Lucifer snorted, "In the mouth of death, you're still being the blind moron you always were. Think that dear father will save you?"

"In the mouth of death, you're still the smug self-satisfied asshole."

"At least, I'm satisfied because I'm dying after doing something from my own free will."

There was more blood coughing. They were dying. The weather was clearing until it didn't. The cloud started to form back and pulled together. The were spinning like whirlpool in the ocean.

Suddenly, a portal started to open in the sky. Lucifer and Michael started to get pulled out of their vessels. They tried to hold on but the portal was another level of strong. It sucked them in. After that the portal started to close and everything went back to normal.

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Lucifer opened his eyes. His head hurt like someone hitted him with truck. No, scratch that. His whole body hurt and multipy it into three times more, heavenly truck with heavenly power. He felt so exhausted to got up. He tried to lifted his hand to ran them through his hair only to found bandage wrapped around them.

What the hell?

He soon noticed the green curtain and series of bed. The smell in the air wasn't something you called appealing. The door opened and a nurse entering room with-

Fucking hell!?

He gritted his teeth at the sight of his brother. Why wasn't he dead already? Michael started speaking, "Hey, Luci! How are you feeling?"

"What?"

Lucifer had no idea that what the hell his idiot of a brother is doing. Did he woke up in wrong world? Because the last he checked, Michael was on killing mode, not on mother hen worried mode.

"What? Don't tell me that you don't remember, younger brother?" Michael said with a smile so fake that it would have putted Zachariah on shame. Lucifer couldn't help but said, "Remember what? End of the world or kicking your ass?"

Lucifer could saw the frustration on Michael's face and smirked. He felt the glare of nurse. He rolled his eyes. He looked at Michael whose expression was yelling 'MURDER'.

The same look when they were fighting. He flared his nostrils as the image of their fight replayed in his head. The nurse cleared her throat, giving them a warning look.

She couldn't helped but noticed the intensity in the atmosphere. Michael gave her his most charming smile, which Lucifer still called atrocious, said, "We want to have a private conversation. Can we have some privacy?"

"We?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. The nurse gave them a doubtful look before leaving. Michael loved his voice, so, he started to use it again much to Lucifer's displeasure, "How do you know it was me?"

"With the unbearable stick in ass posture and terrible- Wait! It would be an understatement. It would be tormenting acting. How could I not knew that it was you?" Lucifer sassed. Michael growled and said, "If I knew the way out of here, you would be six feet under."

"Pfft- You gotta be kidding me! We're archangels. We can zap us out of here with a snap of fingers and continue what we left." Lucifer said, snapping his fingers. He frowned as nothing happen. He snapped fingers again.

He saw an amused Michael. He grabbed the brunete's collar and said with a murderous look of his face, "What you have done to me? And who are you? The last time I check, Michael was in that cursed half Winchester's body."

"Stop being more stupid than you already are. I'm Michael. You, yourself, said you recognised me. And I didn't do anything to you. We're graceless. I don't why. But it's something related to us being here." Michael exclaimed with a glare, swatting Lucifer's hands.

Lucifer fidgeted as the damn moron's hand touched his wounded hand. He groaned and kicked the bastard on the face. The older brother shrieked at the impact. Michael snarled and said, "What the fuck?"

"It's your fault. You should think better than to hit on the already damaged hand." Lucifer said with a satisfied smirk. Michael eyebrows twitched in irritation and said, "It wasn't intentional, you fool."

"Calling name, Mikey? So, mature. You think that father would want this." Lucifer teased. Michael scowled and snapped, "Don't you dare say anything about father from your foul mouth."

"Why? Because I'm fallen, Mr Holier Than Holy Water." Lucifer mocked. The more fight than conversation got interrupted by the door opening, revealing the nurse from earlier. She said, "Visiting time is over. Let the patient rest."

Sharing one last glare with Lucifer, Michael leaved.

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Next day, Lucifer got discharge from hospital. He saw Michael waiting outside. He made a way towards him and said, "You look like a lost puppy."

"Yet you're the one here." Michael didn't even waste a second like he was prepare for that. Lucifer blinked, slowly processing what he said.

"Hey! I'm not a-"

"Cut the crap!"

Lucifer eyes widened. What the hell? Looks like he was having some nightmare. Because sure, Michael was a douchy douchbag. But he was not a super mega pro max ultra asshole. He backed away from Michael and said, "You're shape shifter."

"What? Stop being ridiculous. We're already late for t-"

"This time, you cut the crap! I don't think Michael can use curse words. Being our father's golden boy." Lucifer said, finding his blade which was-

Gone?

"Shut your damn mouth! We've to go home and figure out that how to get out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere til you admit that you're shape shifter."

"I'm not."

"Tell me that one thing which only me and Michael know."

"You try to give that 'we don't have to do this' speech before we start fighting."

Lucifer frowned and said, "Whatever. Let's go wherever we're going."

With that, both got in car and took off to their destination.

To be Continued