Bringing an archangel back to life was something similar to a star exploding in space, there was so much raw energy, so much power, so much strength, that went into one being with the fine tuning of a Hand.
The last one to be brought back by His hand was His Morningstar, the last of His four first sons to meet their end, and together they met each other with scorn. There was still bad blood and rotting wounds between them that needed to be tended to before any real healing could be made, until they could all begin moving forward. There was so much hostility between the four brothers, who He had once remembered being nearly inseparable, and to see them now broke His heart.
Lucifer stood apart from them, his grace curled tight, as though he was a viper waiting for anyone to dare to try and get close enough.
To His wonder, it was the Messenger who dared step closer to his older brother, and the Morningstar watched him closely with every step.
"Luce…?"
He sneered at the younger archangel "You called me a cancer and you think you have the right to speak my name again, Messenger."
"I was wrong to sa—"
"Save your sorry excuse for an apology. I don't want to hear your lies."
He watched as His Messenger grew angry "You know what? I'm not sorry! You are a cancer! Eating everything that's good away until theirs nothing left but brokenness! You're a monster!"
"I am not a monster!"
"Oh, yes you are, you would willingly kill your own brother then stand down!"
The Morningstar surged forward, taking the younger archangel by the neck, and He prepared Himself to step in. Turning to peer at His other two sons, they had yet to say their part, and had chosen to merely stand by and watch them play out before them. The Messenger choked for a breath as he was lifted from his feet, fingers scratching at the older archangels wrists in a vain attempt to get him to let go.
"And you? You dare lecture me? You, who would see me drained of all my grace? You, who told those monkeys how to lock me back in my cage?" he squeezed his throat harder and the Messenger wheezed for a breath "I thought I stabbed a clone of you. It came as a shocking surprise when the wings ingrained into the floor. You lecture me about being brothers when it was you who allowed me to think you were dead, that I had killed you for years!"
"I….dn't….wt…yo…..t…di'"
The Morningstar shook his head "Id rather dye a thousand deaths then be locked back in that cage!"
His admission had shocked his three brothers, shocked his Father, and he gave one final squeeze before letting the Messenger drop to the ground under him, landing in a heap on the dusty floor hacking as air once again filled his lungs. A bruise was already forming around the Messengers throat.
They watched the Morningstar shake his head, a haunted look taking over his eyes, and he took a step away from them as he curled back up again.
"But it was never that easy! It was so small, so hot, so alone." He shivered at the mere thought of it "And you all threw me in like I was a monster. Some…Some deranged beast!" he pulled at his blonde hair and shook his head again "I don't even remember what I did! I don't know! All there was—was—was darkness and that laugh! One minute I was sitting in my room and the next….the next Michael was breaking my wings and calling me a monster!"
"You don't remember going to the Garden?" Michael stepped forward now, his tone was soft, confused, and he looked towards his Father for clarification. The Morningstar interrupted Him before He could speak, drawing their attention back to him "I remember The Garden. I remember being so angry and I didn't know why, I was just so angry. I wanted revenge for something. I just wanted to hurt Him as much as I could."
"Hush, My son." He pet a hand over the blond archangels soft hair and he fell silent at the soft command, "I fear a grave mistake has been made. A grace mistake that has had unimaginable repercussions."
"What, Father?"
He hummed, looking much sadder then they had ever seen Him, even more so then when they had been tasked with locking Aunt away.
"You brother is not a monster. Not in the slightest. Despite what we have pushed him to be."
He looked down to the broken archangel with regret in His eyes.
"Your Aunt. She was not…agreeable…thus She sought vengeance for Her imprisonment. And in Her vengeance, She slowly broke away the pieces of the Morningstar that we all knew. You brother did not turn so much as he was molded, and I was too blinded in My grief at Her loss that I did not see it and instead punished him for My mistake." He stroked a hand down the back of His son's head, "I have wronged you so horribly, My Morningstar, so horribly, and there is not a single way appropriate enough for Me to apologize."
"Can you fix me?" His poor son looked so broken "Make me, me, again?"
"Yes."