He knew he had gone too far in his attempt at scaring the little fledgling, a competition that had been going on between them for some time now, when her eyes widened wider then he'd ever seen them widen before, her breath catch short in her chest, and the plain fear shine deep within those normally so bright eyes.
The scream the fledgling let out was one that rang in his ears.
When tears started to form in her eyes he knew that he had gone too far, and he rushed forward to attempt and stop the tears before they overflowed, lest his older brothers kill him for it, Michael had warned him against having this unnecessary competition with the fledging, to just all her the title of winner and move on from there.
But his pride got the better of him and he ignored the warning.
But the fledgling backed away from him when he got too close and he felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach at her flinching away from him, and then he knew that he was a goner when the door to their villa opened and another walked in.
She turned away from him and ran for the other one, and when he looked up to see who it was, he knew his desire to be swallowed by the stone he stood on in that very moment had never been harder.
Lucifer tucked his book into his belt and bent to lift his fledgling up into his arms, she curled around him as tightly as she could, crying into his neck.
"Hey hey hey," he rubbed her back soothingly, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, hiding in his shoulder, fingers clutching at his top as tight as her little fingers could muster. She cried into his shoulder harshly, pointing a finger at the Messenger behind her, "Scary!"
The Morningstar leveled a harsh stare on his younger brother, curling his fledgling closer to him, and stepped forward with a dangerous step.
"We told you that this nonsense would come to harm someone."
"It was just a game!"
The older archangel hushed his distraught fledgling and turned to gaze at his brother in question, nodding to the fledgling that cried into his shoulder so sorrowfully.
"Is this the type of game you want to play?" his older brother made him feel ashamed of his course of action, and he looked down to his feet, "No. It's not."
Lucifer nodded, shushing his little fledgling softly, rubbing her back once more, and turned to look at his little brother, "Go to your room."
"You can't ju—"
"Do you want me to repeat myself?"
The Messenger's eyes widened, and he turned to run for his room, leaving behind the soft whispers of assurance to the fledgling he had terrified.
Nothing was as frightening as his older brothers being angry at you.