Chapter2

#Chapter2

Gearing up in armor, Michael's brothers aided one another in their uniforms as they prepared for battle. Michael had already gotten reprimanded by Raphael twice in the last 5 minutes for even touching chest gear or even a spear. He may be small in figure but what he lacks in strength makes up in his limitless power and abilities, He'd hope his brothers would know that he could use his abilities in time of war.

/"Michael, dear brother. Why must you disobey me?/" Hanging his head low when his younger brother got upset with him. It wasn't that he did it on purpose, he just wanted to do something, to do something with purpose.

/"Brother, please. I can fight, I can do this. Let me join you!/" Michael begged of him. Praying to his father's name, something in him changed.

/"If I allow you passage to fly down with us towards Hell, you have to be ready for... Hell./" He cursed and clouds began to appear in the midst of the sunny skies.

/"Raphael! You know what that does when you curse in your father's home. The disrespect./" Azrael rebuked his elder brother. The clouds began to disappear once Raphael apologized to his sibling than to his father's name.

/"You will stay by my side and fight beside me. When you're in need,/" Raphael suddenly stopped when Michael cocked an eyebrow at him.

/"If you need help, call my name. Don't play around Michael. Uriel put your brother down./" The dominance oozed out of Raphael, especially when he has to chastise his siblings from horseplaying, arguing, and fighting. All the others knew how Raphael dearly cared and was overprotective of Michael but never thought anything more of their brotherly love and relationship.

Setting Michael down on his two feet, Raphael chuckled and helped his brother find armor small enough to fit over Michael's undersized body. /"Try this on for size, pipsqueak./"

Blasting his brother with the power from his hands, Raphael's body flew from across the armory and into the rest of his siblings.

Michael laughed when he recalled the time the boys went down to Earth and destroyed a bowling alley due to their gargantuan amount of powers.

/"S-Save that, for Lucifer M-Michael./" Raphael tried to speak once he stood up on wobbly legs. Looking down at his hands, the flare beginning to fade, Michael hadn't used his powers at full capacity in decades, yet this minimum amount felt good.

/"Try and keep up./" Wings popping out of his back, Michael took flight to the sky and disappeared into the overcast. Soon his brothers took off and were right behind him in their signature V-formation of flight.

It did not take long before all 5 of them stood by the mountains, their backs facing the infamous gates of heaven. Raphael, first to step in and take action, quickly got into a battle and used his sword that his father gifted him eons ago and annihilated the first of the many demons. /"Brothers. March forward and defend the land. Harm no human soul, take down demons. Leave Lucifer for me./"

The scene was oblique. Everything is dilated when the fighting enhanced, more demons appearing from the depths of hell, angels flying above, and the souls of the heavenly humans screaming and running from terror. Running into action with the rest of his brothers, Michael stood face to face with 2 demons before that number jumped to 10.

Mastering the control and power of The White Light, his hands did most of the work while he used energy from his body to blast the demons into oblivion or back to hell, where they originated from. Something clicked in Michael as more of the power emitted from his hands, body, and soul. He could feel something different, he's never felt this before. Strangely enough, more light came out and Michael soon was taking down more demons than his brothers and at a faster pace.

/"Mine./" A deep growl from behind Michael spoke. Placing his hands down at his side, he blinked a couple of times before realizing where he was. 'The White Light' took a bit out of him after he used most of his energy to take out hundreds of Lucifer's demons.

/"Lucifer. End this now./" Stumbling towards the entity of all evil, Michael's body was now oozing out more light in effect to use so much more power and light against the demons. His body wasn't used to using this kind of power, so he became mildly unconscious.

/"You're hurt./" Lucifer was in his human form. Michael couldn't really tell, but this form looked vaguely familiar. There was something about the jet black hair, his piercing red eyes, and fairly tanned skin that reminded Michael of a past he couldn't truly remember.

/"Don't touch me. End this war, you'll lose against The Archangels of Heaven./" Aiming at the most powerful demon, Michael uses more of his energy to blast Lucifer, sending him flying backward into the side of the mountain.

/"Let's dance then,/" Lucifer smirked and wiped the trickling red liquid from his corner lip. Charging back at Michael, a punch was thrown on the smaller man. Tussling back and forth, Michael was no match for the Devil himself.

/"You're smaller than I remembered. The almighty Archangel Michael? You were supposed to be a real challenge for me./" Lucifer teased the now injured and drained angel on the ground.

/"Damn you,/" Michael spoke one last time before clouds above appeared, trembling in the sky over the fighting demons and angels. Wrapping his dangerously long fingers around Michael's neck, Lucifer picked him up with ease and held him in that position for a minute as he memorized his face, once again.

As the rain began to fall, droplets of water glistened on Michael's skin, catching Lucifer's breath in his throat. Raphael looked up to the sky in confusion, then around him in worry, until he realized. Brushing dirt and blood off the face of the little angle in his hand, Lucifer grasped the beauty that was Michael. /"Heavenly./"

/"Lucifer! Take this between you and I! Put him down!/" Raphael yelled at the top of his lungs, causing a few demons and angels to stop fighting and look towards the trio. The terrifying grin on Lucifer's face only sent shivers down everyone's body, except Raphael who felt disgusted at the way Lucifer held his brother.

/"Down? Oh, I'll take him down, or maybe he'll go down on me?/" Sexual innuendo, temptation, and sins were the best of Lucifer's charm. Raphael's blood boiled with anger as this demon talked down about his older brother as if he was nothing more than a sexual object for Lucifer's release.

/"You're disgusting and have no love in your heart. Release my brother./" Charging at the demon in his incredibly erotic human form, Lucifer only moves back towards the entrance of hell. Stopping immediately, Raphael knew what Lucifer's plan was.

/"I'm disgusting? I can see all your wild temptations that include Michael. Or would you like to call him 'yours'?/" Lucifer was ruthless, he knew all of your deepest and darkest secrets and would reveal them out in the open to see your reaction. A reaction he knows that would be to the benefit of himself.

/"I'll be taking my only angel. The war will rage on, tell your father that./" Taking one last look around at the war zone, Lucifer jumps back down into the pits of hell with an insensate Michael at his side. Brushing his hair from his face, Lucifer could see all that he is.

Michael was his.

No.

Michael is his.