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God looked at His two sons in amusement. "You seem to be in a good mood, Lucifer," He commented as He watched the fallen angel give his biggest rival a light massage.

"I am," Lucifer answered as he kept humming to himself.

Michael smiled and enjoyed the treat he got, while listening to Lucifer's soft angelic voice. In his entire immortal life he had never heard anyone who could rival the voice of the Morning Star. He started to hum along with Lucifer.

He wished the moment would last forever, but sadly realised that Lucifer would go back to Hell soon. He didn't want Lucifer to leave him. He wanted things to go back as they had once been. Lucifer and Michael competing against one another. Silly arguments and then the silent make ups.

Michael wisely kept his mouth shut. As an angel he was not to voice his opinion. He was a humble servant of God and his petty needs were irrelevant. Michael had long ago given back his free will in order to serve God forever. Lucifer on the other hand had just like all the other fallen angels readily accepted the gift.

"Are you feeling better now, Michael?" Lucifer asked, bringing Michael out of his deep thoughts.

"I…" Michael flushed. He didn't want to say he felt better. He wanted Lucifer to continue… But how could he say such a thing to his greatest rival?

Lucifer raised a slender eyebrow questioningly. "I thought angels couldn't become ill?" He lifted his hand and placed it on Michael's forehead. Then he leaned in and touched the hand with his own forehead. "Hmmm… your head does feel kind of warm. Are you running a fever?"

God gave a loud huff in protest. "Angels cannot run fevers! I made them Myself! I am perfect so I make no mistakes!"

"Then why is Michael all red?" asked Lucifer and he gave God a dull look.

"Well that's…" God turned to Michael with worried eyes. "You do look kind of red, Michael…"

Embarrassed as he was Michael turned himself away. Of all who had to see him in this state, it just had to be his Father and Lucifer. He quickly let his wings sprout from his back and covered his face with them, not caring what the other two would think of his behaviour.

Lucifer gave Michael an odd look. "Michael…?" He turned to look at God, but the Other shrugged. He didn't know what was going on with the angel either.

"Well, there goes your theory of perfectness. Michael is acting like a weirdo!"

God waved the comment away. "It's probably just an after effect from the alcohol."

"Alcohol?" Lucifer gave God a curious look.

God nodded. "Yeah, after Michael had done his task on Earth yesterday, I went down to take him to a bar. We drunk a few glasses of vodka, a couple of brandies, a few – "

"I don't need to know the details of how you committed gluttony," interrupted the fallen angel.

God snorted slightly. "That's not gluttony."

He drifted off as the memories came back to Him. "I remember how part of Me lived on earth as Jesus. I ate with a crowd of earthlings. We had only seven loaves and some fish. I broke the loaves and fish into thousands of pieces, using some of My holy powers of course, and encouraged the people to eat as much as they could. And after they had all finished, there was still so much left that it filled seven baskets. I told them to take it with them, so that they could continue eating until they'd burst!"

He looked at Lucifer proudly as He finished declaring yet another Sin. "Now, that's Gluttony, son!"

Lucifer stared at Him in disbelieve. "You didn't just commit gluttony; you even encouraged earthlings to do the same? I can't believe you!"

Lucifer shook his head. His father was even worse than he thought! He turned to stare at Michael; who still had his wings wrapped around himself.

'And what about that I-make-perfect-angels crap? Michael obviously isn't perfect…' The realisation of his own imperfectness came to Lucifer. He quickly averted his eyes from Michael. 'Who am I to say that Michael isn't perfect? I am the least perfect angel ever created. Or else I wouldn't have fallen to the pits of Hell.' Lucifer sniggered as the bitter memories came back to him. 'Father, you liar.'

You shall not bear false witness.


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