Michael found Amenadiel at their brother's club. He waited to make sure his brother was alone before making his presence known.

Amenadiel was having a drink at the bar when he felt a presence behind him. He turned and saw his brother standing several feet away. He immediately frowned in annoyance. "It's about time. Where have you been? You know, I've been running this place while you've been who knows where."

Michael didn't say anything, but he was becoming increasingly irritated with each word his brother spoke, which was saying a lot because his fuse was already short after what happened to Samael.

"Well? Are you going to say anything? Where have you been, Lucifer? You can't just up and disappear for three weeks," Amenadiel lectured.

Michael felt rage build up inside of him. Weeks. Samael had been missing for weeks, and Amenadiel didn't seem to care. Well, other than to feel the need to berate him. "Three weeks."

"Yeah. You can't just disappear for weeks at a time, Luci. You have responsibilities here," Amenadiel continued to lecture.

"He's been gone for three weeks, and you've done nothing about it?!" Michael snarled.

"Michael?" Amenadiel asked in surprise. After hearing the American accent, he knew he wasn't talking to Lucifer. Now that he thought about it, his brother wasn't dressed in any way that Lucifer ever would be. In his defense, though, Michael never came to Earth.

Michael glared as he took a couple of steps toward his brother. "Our brother disappeared for several weeks at a clip, and you did nothing to try to find him?"

Amenadiel rolled his eyes. "Lucifer's fine. He's done this before. He'll show up sooner or later, like nothing happened. He probably went off the Vegas again. He's just being his irresponsible self. What do you care anyway? You can't stand Lucifer."

Michael gave his brother a scathing look. "He's not in Vegas. He's in the Silver City."

"What?" Amenadiel asked, taken aback. He couldn't keep the twinge of envy out of his voice. He'd been stuck on Earth for almost two years with no powers. He prayed a thousand times to his father for forgiveness. Now his brother was being allowed to go home without showing any remorse at all.

Michael walked over and punched his brother, causing him to fall over out of his chair. He'd heard the tone in his voice. He knew exactly what his eldest brother was thinking.

Amenadiel picked himself up off the ground and glared at his younger brother. "What the hell was that for?"

"That was for the jealousy I picked up in your voice. Do you think I'd be here if our brother was having a good time in the Silver City? Samael is in the Infirmary!" Michael snapped.

Amenadiel's eyes widened in shock. "What? Lucifer's actually hurt?"

"No, hurt isn't an adequate word for it. When I left, Raphael was trying to keep him alive. He flew on two broken wings to the gates. He was covered in so much blood that his wings were the only way we could recognize him," Michael said. It was the first time in his life that Samael didn't look like him. It was also the first time that that fact bothered Michael. "His injuries were so bad that the alarms went off."

Amenadiel shuddered. He knew the implications of that. If the alarms went off, it was a life-or-death situation. They had only gone off a few times that Amenadiel was aware of, and only in the most dire of circumstances. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know. That's why I came to see you. I didn't anticipate the fact that you wouldn't even care that he was gone," Michael said in disgust.

"I... I just thought he took off on his own. It's not the first time it's happened," Amenadiel said. He did feel guilt now, though. His brother was suffering while Amenadiel just thought he was being selfish. "Is he going to be okay?"

"I don't know. He was alive when I left, but Raphael had just begun to heal him. They tortured him for three weeks straight. And all you had to do to help him was pray," Michael sneered.

"I thought he was fine," he said.

Michael felt the urge to punch his brother again, but somehow resisted it. He probably wouldn't stop if he started again. "You can save your excuses for Father. He wants me to return you to the Silver City. Let's go."

Amenadiel nodded and went with his brother.

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God sat in a chair by his son's side. He hadn't left Samael's side since he got there. He'd sent Raphael to get some rest. He knew Raphael needed to be alone to deal with everything he'd seen and what he had to do to save his brother. Healing Samael had also taken a lot out of him. He needed to get some sleep.

God gently sifted his hand through his son's hair. "I'm so sorry, Samael. I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have intervened long ago. I should have brought you home. No. I should never have sent you away in the first place. I let my anger get the best of me. I hope that you can forgive me one day, though I know that I will never forgive myself." He knew his son couldn't hear him, but he had to say it anyway. He would say it again when Samael was awake. He would say it over and over again.

God soon heard someone enter the room. He turned to see Michael in the doorway.

"How is he?" Michael asked.

"He will survive. He's no longer in any physical danger. I trust you've done as I asked?" God asked.

"Yes, father. I spoke with Amenadiel. It's worse than we thought. Samael went missing three weeks ago. They've probably been torturing him the whole time," Michael said.

God stood up and approached his son. He did not look happy. "Three weeks? And we were not informed of this?" He knew Amenadiel couldn't do much to help if his brother was in trouble, but he could at least pray. He could have let them know that something was wrong.

Michael scowled as he was reminded of his brother's inaction. "He didn't think anything was wrong. He wasn't even worried that Samael was missing for weeks at a clip. When I approached him, he thought I was Samael. Amenadiel was irritated that Samael had been so irresponsible as to disappear for weeks. He never even questioned the fact that something might be wrong."

God was very unhappy to hear that. He could understand it if Samael had only been gone for a few days. That might be just his son deciding to take a small break. However, several weeks should have clued Amenadiel in. "Where is your brother now?"

"I left him in your office. I figured you'd want to speak to him," Michael said.

God nodded. "Do me a favor and sit with your brother until I get back."

Michael looked hesitant as he looked back and forth between his father and brother. "I... I don't know if he'll wanna see me if he wakes up."

God gave his son a sad smile. "I imagine he'd be less happy to see me than you, if that makes you feel any better. I doubt he'll wake up, but if he does, I don't want him to be alone. The only contact he's had in the last several weeks has been painful. If he wakes up, I want him to know that he won't be hurt anymore. Please sit with him."

Michael nodded and took his father's chair. He didn't speak as he stared at his brother. He didn't know what to say.