Michael seemed… Well, to put it simply, stunned. And Lucifer? Well, Lucifer was pissed. All the rage he'd shoved down was bursting out, eyes blazing red with rage as he pinned his brother to the wall, his hand clasped firmly around Michael's throat. The archangel looked confused, impressed, pissed and slightly afraid all at once. Probably because he'd never seen Lucifer this angry before. Lucifer had been angrier, admittedly, but Michael had never seen it. Not even when he led the rebellion against God. No, this was pure, unmasked rage.

And Lucifer knew damn well his brother would be able to sense it.

"Lopez?" Michael finally managed to spit the name out, writhing slightly and grabbing Lucifer's wrist with both hands, trying and failing, surprisingly, to yank him off. Lucifer just shoved harder, digging his fingers into the sides of Michael's throat and glaring at him. "Wh- What about her? Is she okay?"

"Oh, no, she's fine, I'm sure," Lucifer spat. "My problem is that your dumbass self showed off your wings and dragged her into all of this. Didn't dear old Dad ever tell you that humanity and Divinity didn't mix, or did you skip over that in class?" He seethed, yanking his brother forward and throwing him to the side, into another wall. He spun around, but he didn't move forward, practically shaking with rage. "You're going to put her in danger, you idiot!"

"What the Hell are you talking about?!" Michael exclaimed, shoving himself away from the wall and stepping toward his brother, only to step back again when Lucifer literally snarled at him, eyes blazing. "Look, I didn't mean to drag her into anything! By the time I realized it, it was too late, okay? I didn't want her to know, obviously!"

"You shouldn't have even been with her in the first place, your bloody moron!" Lucifer retorted, taking a few steps forward. Michael blinked, glancing back over his shoulder for a second. "Do you have any idea what you've done?! The last human that was exposed to this nearly died, and even Chloe paid a price and she doesn't even believe me!" He let out a mirthless laugh, continuing forward until he was directly in front of his older brother. "That's bad enough! But bringing Ella into all of this?! She never asked for this, and now you've pulled her into the middle of something you can't take back! What would Dad say, huh?"

Michael flinched slightly despite himself, amber eyes never leaving Lucifer's. "When have you ever cared about what Dad would say?" He finally asked, but there was no real venom in his words, his voice quiet for the first time.

"I don't!" Lucifer snapped. "But you do, and you'd think that maybe you'd give a crap that you've blatantly disobeyed Him by having a connection with a mortal!"

"I didn't mean to get attached, okay?!" Michael finally raised his voice at his brother, but seeing as he hadn't tried to attack him back, it was probably the most he was going to do right then. "I didn't mean to bring her into any of this! You think I want this for her? I'm terrified, man!"

"Well, you should be!" Lucifer shook his head, running his fingers through his hair and turning away. "I mean, who the Hell knows what dear old Dad's going to do? She knows we exist, Michael, and He's always been against that! And forming an attachment?! He might take that as some kind of threat, his best fighter becoming attached to mortals!" He spun around again to face him. "What if He decides to get rid of her, huh?"

Michael just stared at him, but his eyes had widened considerably, a horrified look flickering through his amber gaze. "He wouldn't…"

"Oh, for the love of- It's Dad, Michael! He sent Uriel to kill Chloe!" Lucifer retorted.

"Because you went back on a deal, that was different!" Michael argued, his eyes hardening once more. "He wouldn't do that, she's innocent!"

"Would He really see it that way?" Lucifer snapped. "Think about it, Michael. You're the best soldier Heaven's got - Hell, you lead the bloody armies! Dad can't afford to lose that, meaning if there's even the smallest possibility that you even want to consider leaving Heaven to be down here, he's going to want to eliminate it immediately!"

Michael opened his mouth, but faltered, falling silent. At that point, he was breathing much more heavily, and it wasn't because they'd been fighting. No, Lucifer could see the clear panic in his eyes, and it threw him off for a second, admittedly enough, because he'd never seen his brother scared like that before. After a moment, the archangel shook his head and stepped back. "Well what am I supposed to do? It's too late."

"Stay away from her," Lucifer hissed. "Before you get her into something she doesn't deserve to get into. She should be living a happy life, she doesn't need to be worrying about you or Dad or any of it."

"I can't do that," Michael mumbled, looking down for a moment. "I-"

"No. Shut up," Lucifer interrupted, his eyes sparking up again. "I don't want to hear about any of that "I can't do that" crap, you clod." He took a deep breath. "You're going to stay away from her, or I will kick your ass." He spun around and walked toward the elevator without another word, forcing his wings back and folding them out of sight easily, tucking them back into his shirt and letting out a low sigh. When he got into the elevator and turned around, Michael was gone.

"I didn't get to kick his ass," Maze huffed, throwing her blade across the room.

"All in good time, Maze," Lucifer growled, pressing a button and stepping back. "All in good time."