It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Michael stared at a corner of the cage, his eyes withdrawn and not really seeing anything in front of him. If there had even been something in front of him, the cage was an unyielding, unchanging, orderly containment of metal and grace.

He wasn't sure when the last time had he moved, even just to try to stretch his makeshift limbs. He didn't see a point in doing so, he had fallen stagnate quite some time ago.

It had been a minuscule better when Lucifer had been in the cage with him, even the ramblings and shouts of his disowned brother was better than the silence that overtook his absence.

But ever since Lucifer had disappeared in a flash of fire and magic he had been alone. Alone in the worst ways possible.

He could live with the solitude. He could live with the barren cage being his prison and he could live with his brother attacking him constantly and even when he had ripped countless feathers out of his wings.

But he couldn't live with the silence. In heaven there was always sound, always the buzzing of the angel radio in their heads, always the comforting sensation of having the other angels all but screaming in his head, the constant buzz and the static energy coursing through him with each and every-

Michael closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, a human gesture he had gotten fond of.

There was no point in pretending, nor was there a reason for it. Father had abandoned him, he had been abandoned a long time ago.

He enjoyed the solitude, a part of him even enjoyed the silence. But he couldn't take the nothing-ness of the entire cage. It drove him to the edge of his grace that he was not willing to let himself leap into.

He was walking around the cage, he realized after a few moments. The burning in his legs let him know that he had been walking for quite some time but he couldn't remember getting up and moving.

It didn't matter. He continued to walk around the cage for lack of anything better to do.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to have ended up like this.

Father wasn't supposed to abandon them. He wasn't supposed to abandon him. He had been a loyal son, the utmost loyal. He had done everything that he had been asked of regardless of how much personal pain it caused.

He had casted out his brother, the brother he loved more than the others, the one he had adored and done all he could for, just because his Father had told him to. Lucifers screams had followed him for years before they both were subjected to the cage but he had held onto the truth that his Father is just, his Father is right, it was his Father's will.

Until he had left without a single glance back, left with no other words to his children. Left Michael behind and left everything to fall onto him.

But he had listened, he had obeyed. He had followed destiny's part for him as well as he could and he had played his decided character.

No matter how much he had wanted to stop, put an end to this. Put an end to the fighting and the destiny to kill Lucifer, his beloved brother until the caging of them both.

He had put aside what he wanted, what he really wanted. He pushed it to the side and focused on his Father's will. Focused on what his Father had told him to do. Focused on what was supposed to happen.

He had been abandoned. He was thrown into the cage as well alongside Lucifer and his Father refused to help. Refused to come regardless of how loud Michael screamed for him.

Loyal to the utmost fault and to the utmost degree, throwing everything he wished and had away so that he could obey.

And thrown to the side, abandoned and ignored, and allowed to rot. He wasn't sure of his transgressions, he wasn't sure of what reason his Father tried to use to blanket and excuse the abandonment.

But it didn't matter. None of it mattered anymore. Michael felt himself slipping down to the edge of his grace that he was not willing to let himself leap into.

Or perhaps he was willing. Maybe that would make everything better, would make everything he needed, it might be better than this, anything had to be better than this.

The nothingness surrounded him and consumed him, but not if he let that edge of his grace consume him first.

Slowly, things started to come to a new realization for him, something he wished for and something he realized, something jarring and yet...freeing.

He doesn't care. Perhaps he never really cared about any of them, least of all him. Loyal son or not, he didn't care, it made no difference to him.

He didn't care about the angels, he didn't care about the humans, he didn't care about a single damn thing.

So now...now he wanted to find him. Wanted to go out there and find him and make him pay. Make him realize that they weren't his playthings to do with as he wished and to be thrown to the side once he was done.

He wanted to find him and wanted to make him realize...

Even God can die.

"Michael."

He stopped, turning in place towards what he believed to be the source of the voice. He knew that voice. Knew it down to the deepest grace of his being. It had been etched into his every molecule and every bit of him was attuned into that voice.

But it made no sense for him to hear the voice here, nothing made sense for this to-

"Yes."

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