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Hand of the King
"I will tell them of what I have discovered here, only because your ever so predictable pride weakens your mind enough to provide us with even more ways to eventually defeat you," Micheal spoke after a time, agreeing without totally accepting defeat. No. That, he would never do. He only agreed to save Gabriel from the ripping agony of another good thing being stolen out from underneath him because of this...this never ending war between him and his brother. It was shameful. He couldn't even tell the angel why, after all these years, they still went at each other in such a fashion. Michael even blamed himself for Lucifer's actions. In a way, the archangel felt like it was his fault he'd let his elder brother's state of mind deteriorate this much, knowing how thin the line between good and evil was, and how even in heaven that his brother walked that very same line. And Michael had let him fall, because it was...just in the eyes of God. But in his own...he was getting back at him one last time. Or so he'd thought.
He didn't dare ask himself the obvious question - how could he have ever loved a man such as this one - because he already knew. It was that guilt that confirmed it. No matter how much he loathed the demon, a part of him still loved him. Though it was apparent that if Lucifer felt the same...it was buried deep. Too deep.
He didn't dare ask himself the obvious question - how could he have ever loved a man such as this one - because he already knew. It was that guilt that confirmed it. No matter how much he loathed the demon, a part of him still loved him. Though it was apparent that if Lucifer felt the same...it was buried deep. Too deep.