And Now We’re Here…

For Lucifer, everything seemed to go by in slow motion.

At one moment, his brother was standing above his son, a shocked expression on his face from failing to cut through the child with no more difficulty than if he were paper mache.

And then… in the blink of an eye, Michael was missing his head.

"The highlight of my life really was getting to kill you again. I told myself I would savor the experience this time around but it ended even quicker than the first time… Oh, why am I telling you this when you can't even hear me anymore?"

Michael's body fell over, and he dropped his sword.

The child could be seen holding his head- a permenant disbelieving expression on his face.

"You… What have you done..?" Lucifer's voice shook.

Perhaps the most closely guarded secret of the King of Hell was just how much he loved his brother.

Michael was his twin. They had come into creation together.