Michael and Lucifer have been fighting since they realized they were going to be stuck together. They yelled and screamed and used the entirety of their Graces or custom weapons to hurt each other, but no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't bring themselves to kill the other. It took what seemed like an eon, but they finally took a break from the violence and simply turned their backs on each other, deciding to simmer in anger instead.

Since they stopped fighting, they took note of where they were. Time was never a concern to either of them, but it truly seemed irrelevant in their new environment and they were both unsure of if- outside of this quod- they were still on Earth somewhere or if Aziza had taken them to Heaven to be guarded. Neither saw nor felt any traces of their Soulmate anywhere within their new world, but all that was here was a cloudy sky and an endless field of dry wheat or grass.

For what felt like another eternity, neither brother said a word to the other and Michael took to sharpening his sword with a strong enough rock while Lucifer was trying to twist and weave the stems of the wheat into a crown as Aziza used to with ease with flowers, but his fingers seemed far too incompetent to make a chaplet.

Lucifer frowns at the thought and glares at Michael, who is now staring back. "Why are you here?" He growled. Michael simply stares at his brother and sighs when Lucifer doesn't say anything else, making the younger Archangel stand. "She locked me in here because Sammy-kins didn't keep his word on our deal, but you have no reason to be here, so why are you? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Michael clearly replies. "You don't even realize it, do you?"

"Realize what?"

"That you're no better for her than Crowley or Demon Blood."

"What?" Lucifer hissed.

"You've never had to kill her, Lucifer. I have, more than once. I've held her corpse in my hands, I've felt her blood on my skin, I've watched the light leave her eyes as she died and I'll go through it again and again and again, no matter how many times it happens, because that is my Soulmate and I am here to protect her from you and your evils!"

"I didn't order Crowley to feed her Demon Blood!" Lucifer argued.

"They are all your Demons! She wouldn't have ever been corrupted if not for you and your sins!"

"Like you've done any better for her! News flash, big guy, she hates your guts! She was happy and alive with me since the second I found her-"

"Since you kidnapped her!" Michael interrupted as he hurled a boulder at his brother, but Lucifer dodged it. "You stole her from me! I should have had her! You kidnapped her and corrupted her in Hell! You burned purity her away!"

"Michael, enough!"

Something was different about things this time around. Lucifer was used to hearing both himself and Michael sputter utter nonsense at each other when they both reached a certain level of anger, but it was hard for Lucifer to recall a time when he'd witnessed Michael this furious. Even in Aziza's presence, there was nothing as powerful, burning and a bit terrifying about how passionately infuriated Micahel was at that moment as he defended his stance regarding his Soulmate.

Lucifer didn't know how much time passed, but Michael either ran out of boulders to throw, tired himself out or decided he was done because Lucifer made a fort out of the rocks to keep himself safe from any further attacks. He peeked out of his fortress and saw Michael walking away, already far enough to look like a tiny grain of moving sand in the distance. He emerged from the rock pile and watched as Michael dropped to his knees, then his hands and he couldn't hear it, but he knew his brother was bawling like a child due to the heaving of his Vessel. It was going to take some time for him to get used to the new face, but it didn't seem like Lucifer would be getting much face time with Michael anytime soon, especially not after that tantrum.

Looking at the pile of rocks, he snapped his fingers and was delighted to see that he had some power to keep him occupied while they lived the rest of their eternities in this Box when the pile of rocks was transformed into a medium-sized castle fit for a lonely king such as himself. He was highly irritated at being imprisoned again, but at least Aziza was much more merciful than his Father. She gave him company and just enough divinity to keep himself entertained and those were gifts he did not have in the Cage. He had space to create whatever he wanted and there was a shining sun and he could smell the fresh air. Aziza's Box was a paradise compared to the dark, cramped little shoebox he was once stuffed into by his own brother. He could see himself going into an eternal slumber while he waited for something to happen from Michael or otherwise.