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❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ from pxrgtry
The archangel laughed, the sound mocking as he turned to regard the man. “Why, are you going to give me trouble?”
@takenwings
❝ I don’t think you realize who I am. ❞
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The lightbeams coiled around him and became his second skin. With that, whispers filled his mind, his intuition foretelling him his fate, calling Gabriel a traitor, but Lucifer pushed those thoughts back where they came from. He would not doubt his little brother.
“No, of course you can’t. You would not leave them behind.”
The spark of hope left his eyes and for a moment they gleamed as if they were filled with tears. But in a split second his gaze is again full of love towards his brother.
“But this choice is yours and yours alone, brother. Nobody makes you do anything. You have to do whatever you believe is right.”
“This is right. This is what I must do, as Father commands it. What you did was wrong, Lucifer.”
Gabriel found himself unable to look at his brother in the eye. The love that was so generously given made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn’t feel the warmth—not anymore.
This isn’t right.
“That gift of which you had foolishly imparted
to humans was not yours to give.”
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Eyes closed. Focus, Lucifer, and let the Light flow through your body. Once he opened his eyes again, he saw his little brother for what he was - the Heart pulled into God’s playground. He knew that the rest of their siblings would comply to Father’s will, but he wanted Gabriel out of this. Please, don’t be involved.
A bittersweet smile. The Son of Morning opened his eyes again and looked at his brother one more time.
“You should come with me, not to fall a slave to His will.”
Gabriel stood so stiffly he was trembling before Lucifer’s. Never had he seen his brother as beautiful as he did now, with his Light surrounding him like a protective halo. If only it could protect him from what was to come...
“I—” he began, looking away.
“I can’t come with you, Lucifer.”
His blade was unsheathed without a real purpose save from
having something in his hand. Something to keep his feet on
the ground because Gabriel felt like he could should fly away
from all this. With his eyes wide, he said it again.
“I can’t come with you.”
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ridiriuil
❛ It was no compliment.❜
He answers back before pushing himself backwards and meeting every attack easily with his own sword. He has taught him the same thing as everyone else: body, arm, leg, head, chest, chest, leg. Swords clank before he has them both in a tie, both blades unwilling to yield, and it was when Mikhael sees it as the opportunity to roughly shove the other, making him fall and the blond walking a few steps back with a smile on his face.
❛ Come on, brother, you’re not beating a carpet.❜
Jibril falls back with an oomph before he flips to his feet again with a grin and a reply ready upon his lips.
❛ Am I not? You’re about as unwieldy as an old carpet. ❜
He twirls his blade and beckons Mikhael closer. A proud gesture, but he couldn’t help it. The rush is intoxicating and making him feel what he shouldn’t: like he could beat Mikhael in a swordfight.
"How you turn my world, you precious thing."
The trap was set and primed. All that’s left isfor the actors to say their rehearsed lines untilthe curtains were drawn, signalling the end ofthe play like Father had wished it—the end ofLucifer, the greatest of all archangels.
“It’s what I do best, brother.”
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Chainmail clinks as the smile only widens. He loves himself a challenge, and there was one now in front of him. The sword unsheathed from its’ scabbard, Mikhael raises it in front of him and had his stance ready. He remembers teaching him, and so he only hopes that he still remembers the lessons they had. He leans forward and swings the sword ever so lightly, the first attack made as he grins more at his own brother.
❛ More like no one is BETTER. Come on, brother, don’t be S C A R E D. ❜
❛ I shall take that as a compliment, I think. ❜
A metallic swish cuts the air when Jibril mimics his brother, sword held easily in his right hand as he draws his foot backwards, light on his toes. He spins and uses the momentum to strike. What he lacks in strength, he makes up in agility.
❛ Less talking, perhaps? ❜
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Gloved hands were stretched in front of him before he reaches for the handle of his sword, his true friend. A smile twitched over the corner of his lips, as bright as sunshine and as warmth as well.
❛ I would L I K E to prove them wrong, is all. ❜
His eyes followed the hands that were so quick to grasp the weapon. Mikhail’s smile was scorching but Jibril paid him no real mind. He shifted his weight back and stood relaxed, while the pommel of his own blade glinted against his darker coat.
❛ Seeing as no one else is around to challenge you... I suppose I have to take that burden myself. ❜
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Sodom and Gomorrah. Michael let out a breath as he stood near the basin of water, big enough to hold one man, but not big enough to wash away the stains of his guilt. He began with unclasping the buckles on his armor, letting it slide to the floor. "Thank you, Brother." Sleep would evade him tonight, as it does many nights before he must take waste to the land. Perhaps Gabriel would allow him to sleep next to him tonight to bring some ease.
Gabriel nodded quietly, for words were not needed inthis occasion. What must be done according to theirFather’s wishes will be done. He only wished it wouldnot cost him a brother. Not another one.
"Come and join me afterwards, brother.”
"Do you think Father would ever forgive me?" His voice had cracked at the thought of forgiveness, of his sin. Could they sin? Was it the same as the human's? What stain has marred his hands that was thicker than blood and blacker than death?
“I do not claim knowledge of Father’s actions, but I knowforgiveness will come in due time, brother. Yours and mine,especially.”
With a hand on Michael’s shoulder, he guided the taller oneto the back of their tent where a bath had been prepared.The water was still warm to the touch and Gabriel noddedat his brother.
“Clean yourself up and rest.” Though bile rose in his throat,he had to say it. “We have a last siege to be done tomorrow.”
"How much longer." It was more of a muse than a question as he closed his eyes, body relaxing, the fight running from his bones and draining out into the cool night air. His hands took up Gabriel's arms, fingers curling against the hard crust of his armor as he leaned further in. "I am tired."
As they grew closer Gabriel took Michael into his arms,giving what comfort he could. He understood the tired,wide-eyed Michael who have shed his fight and his fury.Their Father’s Sword was like a part of Michael he nevertruly knew. Perhaps they could argue some other time,for at this moment his brother’s well-being came first.
“Let’s clean you up, Michael.”
"But isn't that your place beside me, Brother?" His eyes hooded, the high of the bloodlust overcoming his mind and turning into a hazy thick fuzz. "If not to stop me but to clean up after?" The smile faltered for a moment as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his twin's. "I would be nothing without you, afterall."
He searched the depth of Michael’s mad blue gaze,looking for his brother. Michael was right, of course.Gabriel had always been there by his side, cleaninghis mess, slaughter after slaughter. But he was notgraced with infinite patience. The sight of Michaelreturning to their tent every night, tainted with blood,so alive and yet so deathly at the same time scaredhim. How long must this go on? What will happenif he wasn’t by Michael’s side all the time?
"I have grown weary, brother, of this— righteous murder Father have tasked upon us to do.”
"One made for war, one made for peace." He laughed as Gabriel's hand took hold, his body swaying with his Brother's anger. "We are quite a pair, aren't we? Holy in creation, divine in action."
Gabriel realised he could not merely shook hisbrother out of his blood-madness. With a sadlook reflected on his eyes, he let his grip falterbefore catching Michael, gently, at the back ofhis neck.
“This mess is yours alone, Michael. I shall not clean up after you.”
"I haven't asked you too, Brother." He took a few steps forward and took Gabriel's face in his hand, blood smearing against the olive skin. It looked glorious, even more than how it contrasted with his own pale complexion. He leaned in, lips just hover over the smear before he let his tongue slip forth, licking along the line of Gabriel's jaw, cleaning him spotless. "Oops. I mustn't dirty the pure boy."
“I’d rather you didn’t—” But his speech was cut off withMichael’s palm on his cheek, smearing his skin with red.Gabriel stood STUNNED as his brother licked the bloodclean from his stubbled chin. This was more than what hecould handle. Catching Michael’s armour in his own hands,he shook the other roughly.
“You disgust me.”
"Cruelty? No - no, this is beauty." He brought his fingers to his lips, placing them against the bottom gently, thumb swiping across to smear the red into his skin. "Isn't it just? "
Gabriel looked away—he had to. Often he could seefrom his brother’s eyes, felt the heaviness of his twinblade in his own hands and know the acrid smell ofhuman blood.
He knew what killing was like to Michael. Gabriel sawwhat his brother see but he could not discern BEAUTYfrom the carnage they left.
“This isn’t right, Michael. I will not join you.”
"Oh -" He smiled, cruelty masking his lips. "You haven't, have you? How sweet it is on the tip of the tongue, brother. Almost like the fresh milk from a cow. Thick and heavy. Heady in his flavor. Bold. If it was allowed I may take drink of it more often."
The glee in his brother’s eyes sickened Gabriel,more than their deed under Father’s commandmade him ill. Michael, who took it to his heartthe pleasure of slaughtering humans, had bloodon his hands and under his fingernails—on his lips.
“Michael—brother, please. No more of this cruelty, I beg you!”