Samael walked with his father towards Uriel's quarters. He'd asked to see him. He wanted to know why he'd done what he'd done. Actually, he supposed it was more accurate to say that he wanted to know why Uriel hadn't done anything. Why hadn't his brother tried to help him?
Samael knew at least part of the reason. It was as he told his father; Uriel was an opportunist. He looked at every situation and tried to see how it could be used to his advantage. But that couldn't be the only reason. Uriel had let Michael mutilate his mind. He let him turn Samael into a puppet. Then he helped him cover it up. He had to truly hate Samael for that. He needed to know why.
God stopped just outside of Uriel's rooms and turned to Samael. "Are you sure you want to do this. I don't think it will make you feel better."
"I know it won't, but I have to know why. I know why Michael did it, but I don't know why Uriel would help him. I need to know that," Samael explained.
God nodded before turning and opening the door. He didn't bother knocking. His son had lost the right to any such courtesies.
Uriel jumped up from the couch the second he heard the door open. He looked over to find his father and brother there.
"Sit down," God commanded.
Uriel immediately did what his father asked. He didn't say a word. He decided that that was probably in his best interest right now.
"Your brother has something he would like to say to you. He has questions for you. You will answer them honestly, or you will not like the consequences. Do you understand me, Uriel?" God asked.
"Yes, Father," Uriel answered quietly.
Samael went and sat down in a chair across from his brother. "How long were you helping Michael mutilate my brain?"
"I didn't help him. I didn't do..."
"Yes, you didn't do anything! I'm aware, brother. You did nothing as Michael used me as his puppet. You did nothing as he turned. Everyone I loved against me. You did nothing as he got me kicked out of my own home. You did nothing as he almost killed me. That almost makes you worse than he is. You knew what he was doing to me and you chose to ignore it. I want to know how long. When did you find out what he was doing to me?" Samael asked in a cold tone. Part of him was even more hurt and angry by what Uriel did than what Michael had. He expected no better from Michael. Michael hated him. He'd never made any secret about that. What could he have done to Uriel to make him do nothing to help him?
"I didn't know exactly what he'd done until we were told how badly your brain was hurt. I knew he'd found some way to control you, but I didn't know how until then. I've known something was off pretty much from the beginning. Your patterns stopped making sense about a decade before your rebellion. It wasn't hard to tie those patterns to Michael," Uriel explained.
"So, then you knew he was responsible for my rebellion? You knew I was in Hell for his actions, not my own?" Samael asked with hurt laced in his voice.
"Yes," was all Uriel said.
"Did you know he was responsible for my affair with Eve? Did you know that he essentially forced me to sleep with her?" Samael asked. Is his voice cracked.
God narrowed his eyes at Uriel, waiting for a response. His answer would determine if he was put into a cell next to his brother.
"No. Lucifer I swear..." Uriel started.
"My name is Samael!" Samael snarled. He hated that name. It disgusted him. It was more proof of everything that Michael had done to him, everything that he'd taken from him. "Michael took that from me, as well as everything else in my life."
"I swear I didn't know, Samael. I would never support such a thing," Uriel told him truthfully. He had never made the correlation between the incident with Eve and what Michael had done to his brother. Maybe he should have, but he didn't see any reason for Michael to have done such a thing. He didn't gain anything from it. Well, except for another way to torture his twin. Michael seemed to enjoy that.
Samael laughed bitterly. "No? Is that where you draw the line, brother? It was all right for him to torture me and take my life away, but you draw the line at rape? How about murder? If Raphael had not been sent to heal me, I would have died as a result of what Michael did to me. Would you have spoken up before that happened? Or would you have let him kill me?"
"I didn't know what Michael had actually done. I didn't know how he had gotten you to do the things you did. I didn't know it would kill you," Uriel told his brother.
"You haven't answered my question. Would you have let him kill me?" He asked.
"No. He almost did kill you. I stopped him. When he realized he might get caught, he wanted to mess with your mind one more time. I saw that you would die if he did that. I stopped him," Uriel said.
"Shall I thank you for that?" Samael asked sarcastically.
"Did it never occur to you that that would have been the time to come to me? Instead, you continued to aid Michael. Why?" God asked.
"Because he decided to use it to his advantage instead. He wanted Michael to owe him," Samael told his father. That was one thing he was certain was true. That was the opportunist and his brother. He had leverage he could use against Michael. Of course, he planned to do so.
"And then you chose to blame Amenadiel for it. You chose to make him your scapegoat. Did you truly think that I would never find out?" God asked.
"By then, Michael knew that I knew. If I had tried to turn him in, he would have taken me down with him," Uriel said. There was no point in hiding any of it anymore. He had been caught. He was going to be punished no matter what he said.
"Why did you do it? Why did you let Michael take everything from me?" Samael asked.
Uriel scoffed in response. "You really can't figure out why? Maybe because I got tired of being treated like dirt by you and everyone else around here. Maybe because you got handed everything you ever wanted! Maybe because no matter what you did, everyone loved you."
"You helped Michael because of petty jealousy and some teasing?" Samael asked. He expected that kind of response from Michael, but was Uriel really the same way? Samael didn't deny that when they were children, Uriel was often left out, and that was wrong, but it didn't warrant what Uriel allowed to happened to him.
"It wasn't about helping Michael. I didn't care about him either. I just wanted to see you get taken down a peg," Uriel said.
Samael stood up abruptly. "Taken down a peg?!"
God grabbed Samael by the arm just as he was advancing on his brother. "Samael, go wait for me outside, please."
Samael huffed angrily, but did as his father asked, mainly because he might throttle his brother if he stayed in the same room with him any longer.
Once Samael was gone, God glared at his remaining son. "So, this was all about a childish grudge?"
Uriel opened his mouth to speak, but wasn't able to get a single word out.
"Quiet! You just sounded like an entitled little brat! You allowed your brother to be attacked because you were angry and jealous! If you had a problem with one of your siblings or how they were treated by me, you should have taken it up with me!" God said sharply. Despite what his children seemed to think, he did not favor Samael. It might seem that way, but what they saw as favoritism was mainly common interests. He should've set the record straight, but that didn't give Michael or Uriel the right to harm their brother. "I have half a mind to lock you in a cell right next to your brother!"
"M…Michael's in a cell?" Uriel asked with fear in his voice. None of them had ever been put in a cell before, and he didn't want to follow Michael's example with that.
"Yes, which he earned with his crimes. The only reason you're not there with him is that your crimes are marginally less severe than his. I believe you when you say that you didn't know exactly what has happening, but that does not absolve you. You will be severely punished for your inaction. In the meantime, I want you to think about something. Samael would've helped you if it was you Michael had violated. Even now he would," God said with disgust before leaving the room.
