God arrived with Samael in the middle of his living room in his rooms and placed the boy on the ground. He'd decided that it was best to take his son straight home rather than arrive with him in the middle of the city, where Samael would encounter adult siblings that were essentially strangers to him. He was scared and overwhelmed as it was. It was best to take this step by step. "Welcome home, son."
Amenadiel arrived moments later.
Samael looked around. He immediately recognized his home, but it was different than he remembered. They looked much like things had at Chloe's home, and the place he'd first woken up at when he met Chloe. There was a sitting area with large objects he'd learned were couches. There were two of them, both dark blue, and there was a table in between them.
God place his hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright, Samael?"
"Things are different," Samael said. He didn't like how different everything was. It was weird how different things were even before he was returned to the Silver City, but it was worse now. Even his home had changed.
God crouched down next to him. "Yes, it is. I've changed things a little. Humans have their own way of decorating their homes, and I've found I like it, so I've chosen to change some things. But these changes don't have to be bad, do they?"
"I don't like that so much is different," Samael said quietly.
God rubbed his back. "I know, but this is still your home. That hasn't and won't change. I think you'll like the changes once you get used to them. It's just hard for you now because it's a bit overwhelming. I understand. It will be alright. Would you like to see your room?"
"Is it different too?" Samael asked.
"Yes, but I think you'll like it anyway," God said.
Samael didn't seem too happy, but he nodded anyway.
God stood up and led his son out of the room and down a long hallway with many doors. He stopped at the second to last door on the left and led his son inside.
Samael looked around his room. He found that it was much different, but that it looked nice. It was kind of colorful, the walls were done in blue with white stars on them. Well, he thought they were stars anyway. It looked like the objects he'd seen in the sky. Amenadiel told him they were stars.
Samael found a bed in the middle of the room that looked very comfortable. It had some soft toys, like the one Trixie gave him that was still in his hand. Next to it, there was a small table at the right. Up against the left wall, there was what he'd learned was called a dresser. Trixie had one. She said it was where she kept her clothes. To the right, there was a large structure with a chair that fit nicely in front of it. He didn't know what the structure was, but it had paper, as well as crayons and other writing instruments.
God saw his sons confusion when he caught a glimpse of the desk. "That is called a desk. I have one too, but mine's bigger. You can use it to draw or write something."
"Or color. I know you were enjoying that with Trixie," Amenadiel said.
Samael put the soft toy Trixie gave him on the bed and continued to look around. Right across from his bed, a blue, also rectangular object laid, only this one was much smaller. "What's that?"
God grinned and led his son over to it. "Come see. I think you'll like this addition to your room the best."
Samael watched as his father opened the lid, then he peered inside. There were all sorts of things inside, most colored brightly. Samael picked up a small box with an image colored squared objects on it. "What's this?"
"They're called Legos. You use them to build things," God told him.
"Like what?" Samael asked curiously.
"Anything you want."
Samael put it down and picked up another object. It was a car, which he'd learned of when Chloe took him to her house, but it was much smaller. There was also some sort of square, black device that came with it. "This is very small. No one could fit in this. Isn't a car used to transport those without wings.
Amenadiel chuckled. "Yes, but this is a toy. It's for kids to have fun with. This is pretty cool too. Want me to show you how it works?"
Samael nodded and handed him the toy.
"Amenadiel, I'm curious, how do you know how it works?" God asked with an amused look on his face.
Amenadiel smiled sheepishly. "I went to a mall with Linda once. I got lost and ended up in a toy store. They have some very interesting things there."
God laughed as he pictured his grown, warrior son playing with children's toys. "Indeed.
Amenadiel put the car on the floor and started playing with the knobs on the remote. The car immediately sped across the room and hit the wall.
Samael's mouth opened in surprise. "Whoa! How'd you do that? It moved by itself!"
Amenadiel knelt down and showed his brother the remote. See these two knobs. You just have to move them around to get the car to move. You wanna try?"
Samael nodded and took the object from his brother.
"Move them back towards you," Amenadiel instructed.
Samael did so and the car came racing towards him. He laughed. "That's great!"
God smiled at the look on his son's face. For the moment anyway, he was happy.
"All you have to do is move those in the direction you want the car to go in," Amenadiel said.
God soon heard someone enter his quarters. Apparently, one of his children had realized he'd returned and got curious. He walked out of his son's room and walked back out towards the living room. When he reached it, he found Michael and Raphael waiting. "Hello, boys."
"Dad, we felt that you'd returned. We were curious. I hope it's okay that we're here," Raphael said.
"You know you're always welcome, Raphael, though I did hope for a little time to get your brother settled in first," God said.
"He's here then?" Michael asked.
"Yes, he's with Amenadiel in his room," God said.
"Does he know?" Michael wondered.
"He knows very little. He knows that you are all much older than him, but he doesn't know how it happened. It's all very confusing and very frightening to him," God told them.
"Does he know about the things that have happened since he was this age the first time? Like Mom and Uriel?" Raphael asked.
God stiffened at the mention of his dead son. It was still something that grieved him, and it always would be. However, he didn't blame Lucifer for it. He'd done it to protect those he cared about. Unfortunately, Uriel had been out of control and left his brother little choice. "He knows about your mother. He does not know about Uriel. I will tell him that Uriel died another day. He's had enough for now. However, he will never, ever, be told the circumstances surrounding Uriel's death."
Both angels nodded. They heard the sharp tone in their father's voice. They knew that he was promising dire consequences for anyone that went against him on the matter.
Soon, they all heard laughing. Samael and Amenadiel came into view seconds later. Samael was playing with his car.
"Hello, son. I see you like your car. Have you even looked at your other toys?" God asked amused.
Samael didn't answer. He saw the other two and stepped closer to Amenadiel. He knew they were his siblings, and he was even pretty sure of which ones, but they were much older now, and neither had been very nice to him before. Well, Raphael was okay. He wasn't really mean, but he didn't like to play with him either. Michael was mean. He'd tease him all the time. Samael feared it would be even worse now that Michael was so much bigger than him. Plus, it was just really weird for everyone to be so much bigger than him. Just Amenadiel was alright, he supposed, but now they were all bigger than he remembered.
"Wow," Raphael whispered as he looked at the boy.
Michael stared at his little brother as well. He looked exactly as he was the last time he was a child. Michael had been told he would, but it was almost like it wasn't really true in his mind until he actually saw him.
"Everything's alright, Samael. Say hello to Michael and Raphael," God said to his youngest.
"Hi," he said.
"Hey, Samael. It's good to see you," Raphael said. It was the only thing he could think to say to the boy right now.
"Hey, little brother. What's this you're messing around with?" Michael asked as he pointed to the car on the floor.
"It… It's a toy. It's fun," Samael said.
Michael could hear the uncertainty in his brother's voice, and he could see the fear in his eyes. The whole situation clearly had the boy frightened, and that wasn't something he knew his brother to be in a long time. This child was definitely different than man he'd become. While Michael had already made the decision that he wouldn't show any resentment towards Samael for the rebellion, he now realized that he shouldn't even have any. For all intents and purposes, this boy was an entirely different person than the man who'd disobeyed. "It does look fun. Would you show me how it works?"
Everyone except for God looked at Michael in disbelief. God, on the other hand, looked at his son with pride. Michael was doing exactly as he asked. He had accepted Samael without resentment. Perhaps his example would help with his siblings.
"You want to play with me?" Samael asked in disbelief. Michael never played with him. He didn't like him at all and had made that no secret. Yet, now, he was being rather nice.
Michael cringed at the surprise in his brother's face. It was justified. He'd never been nice to his brother. In his defense, he was a kid too. He was fifteen-centuries-old. He was jealous of the attention the younger kids, especially Samael, received from their parents. But he wasn't a child anymore. He no longer felt that same resentment, and even if he did, he was not going to take it out on someone so much younger than him. "Yes. It seems like an enjoyable activity."
Samael smiled and began telling his brother about the toy car and how it worked. He reveled in having this particular brother's attention for the first time ever.