Chapter 111
[A/N: Sigh. Nia, I wish you were reading this. I am so sad. He was my favorite, and now, I have to write all this. It's so not fair. I don't wanna write.]
His blood was boiling in his veins. All rational thoughts had flew from his mind, and all he could comprehend was, that he had to stop all this.
No angel was supposed to bow down to anybody else other than Father. That is how they were created. That is what they were created for. How dare Father command them, like they were minions, and not his children?
"Lucifer, do you even realize what you are saying?" Michael was the one to first speak out from the flood of shock, protective of Father as always.
"I do. And I need the answer to it. Have you lost your senses Father?" Lucifer retorted back, his hands steeling up for the upcoming fight.
"Shut up!" Michelangelo shot back, and all other angels started clearing the way.
"Quiet. Michael." Father commanded, and instantly Michael was out of the path.
"To answer you, I am completely aware of my senses, Lucifer... But something seems to have gotten in you."
"In me? IN ME?" Lucifer was shaking with wrath now, not being able to digest the incredulous nature of this situation, "They are destructive, Father! When are you going to open your eyes and see that?"