Annoyed and angry (4)

Speaking in his true voice, Michael glanced at the side. "I gave you a simple order, Raphael: Stop Lucifer from altering the ecosystem of this place." The light on his palm made the shadows of disappointment on his face sharper. "Look at what both of you had done."

Lucifer wanted to snort, considering what his own Sword was starting to do more damage to the ecosystem of the whole world than their petty fight. Taking into account that Michael's sword was still on sight, Lucifer made his own cold lightning one appear from thin air, the one given to him in the same moment Father gave Michael his own.

His brother tore his eyes away from their sister to look at him.

"Where is Aaron, Michael," Lucifer said with more control than he thought his voice would have.

A light frown creased between Michael's eyebrows, it smoothed when the realization hit.

"I do not know," he answered and Lucifer launched at him, their swords pushed against each other. A hole formed beneath their feet as all Earth shook. "Don't you dare to lie to me, Michael." Lucifer felt his own vessel decaying, not able to contain all his fury. "No one but you knew that he existed. No one but you knew how much I cared."

Michael pressed more force into his grip, but there wasn't any anger in the action. "Don't get your impulses domain you, Lucifer," he said, looking him dead in the eye. "Don't throw away everything for one human." The way he said the word 'human' made him growl, his true voice crawling out like a predator searching for prey. It came deep and gravely, not having used it in a long, long while. But it was still as beautiful as it was when he sang his first praise to their Father.

Michael's eyelids dropped, his stoic demeanor softened. Lucifer didn't think that he would have been able to catch the shift if he wasn't as close as he was to him, but a blink passed and he was once again the Michael he remembered, standing in front of him.

"Are we really the only ones who know about your human?" his brother asked quietly, his voice barely above a murmur.

The true curiosity he found in his eyes made him back away and, when Michael didn't follow, he sheathed his sword. "The only ones who kept on prodding— visiting timelines and being noisy in general, yes."

Michael followed his action and made his own sword disappear, every rock that had been previously levitating fell as reality breathed in relief.

"What about the demons?" Raphael asked, sounding bored. He turned towards her voice. She stood close to the edge of the hole they had formed, her right-wing slightly drooped at her side. "Does someone of that filthy race knows about your precious human?"

Lucifer wanted to scoff. What kind of fool does he think he was?

But then he remembered.

One did know about Aaron and his deal; the one that was supposed to have sealed the deal in the first place.

"Mag," he said through clenched teeth. She was one of his most faithful, but she was now the queen of crossroads, and information in that branch was very important ─Lilith went against him and Elijah had escaped after that little problem with the hellhounds─.

He looked down and searched, wanting nothing more but to destroy all Hell at that moment when he realized that there wasn't any hint of Mag there. Not that that would surprise him though, considering the recent demons he had encountered were able to hide from him.

"I'll help you," Michael spoke from afar. Lucifer didn't bother to look behind him as he answered. "I don't need your help."

His voice was soft when he asked, "Is your pride stronger than your love for the human then?"

"His name is Aaron," he snarled, turning to glare at the calm patience his brother possessed. Lucifer was the first to cast his eyes away, silently accepting the offer.

"I'll take Raphael to Heaven for recovering first," Michael said glancing in Raphael's direction.

"I am no fledgling, Michael." Her voice was hard but still respectful. "You're the one who needs to go there, not me."

If he weren't so worried about Aaron, Lucifer knew that he would have given more consideration to his sister's words. But he was full of impatience because he didn't know if Aaron was alive and not even the steady power from the earth that he could feel pulsing under his feet could calm him.

"I'll search Hell, take care of the rest of the world." He said before turning towards Michael as he extended his wings. "Look carefully into Connecticut."

"Are you going to help?" Michael asked Raphael.

Lucifer didn't have the opportunity to hear the answer. He was already flying.

- -

"Remember that little favor you owed me?" A voice called him from behind and he couldn't help the smile that spread on his expression as he took a sip from his glass of scotch.

"My, my. What has made you get out of your little rock?" he asked, slowly turning towards the intruder. "I thought you would hide better, everything considered."

The being shrugged. "The first couple of years I did that, as you well know," he pointed, "but then I peered from my hole and found that there wasn't any destruction around, so I guessed it was safe to go out."

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well, part of it may have been influenced by the fact that my brother has fallen in love with a human." His intruder sat on his leather couch as if it was his own, a bar of chocolate appearing in his hands.

"Didn't see that one coming, right?"

His intruder grinned. "It was indeed a surprise, a little ironic too."

He took a sip from his glass and settled on the seat in front of him. "So what do you want from me?"

The other hummed, popping out the sweet from his mouth. "Well, little bird told me that a certain important piece is in your hands and it would be nice of you if you let her out, something not too suspicious, of course."

"Already done." His intruder raised both of his eyebrows in clear surprise, before he could ask 'why' Elijah shrugged. "You know me. I am a romantic at heart."

"Huh, so it doesn't have to do with what little ol' Lucy would do if he hulks out?" His intruder scoffed. "And here I thought that you were with Mammon all along. Heard that his hellhounds ate your tailor and all."

"A little sacrifice for the imbecile of Mammon to trust me." He rolled his eyes. "He wasn't sure of me not even after I gave him the gun."

Amber eyes frowned at him, a sharp grin formed on his face. "You slimy bastard. Double agent, huh?" He bit his lollipop, breaking it in two. "A little too 007 for you."

"I do have the accent."

Elijah pointed with his glass and his intruder chuckled.

"So I get that after this you'll get a huge promotion from my brother for your services." He grew uncharacteristically quiet as he leaned forward, his voice soft, contemplative. "I should kill you, you know. You're way too smart for your own good."

Elijah rested his glass on top of the small table next to his seat. "Then who will gossip you everything, uhm?"

The deadly smile he received from the other made something skitter down his back. He hid it fine though. "Sometimes I don't know if that's worth it."

He cleared his throat and stood up to walk towards his desk; he grabbed another glass and filled it with wine. "What if I owe you another favor then? You know I keep my promises." He turned; his smile was all business when he pointed the glass in his direction. "I just want a safe house to stay in for a couple of days."

Elijah almost sighed in relief when his intruder accepted the glass.