“I hate you. I hate you more than I hate anyone or anything else in the universe. You are stubborn, aggravating, and obedient to the point where you feel as if no blame for anything can be laid at your feet. You want to control everything even though you deny yourself any sort of responsibility for anything in this universe. And the most irritating thing about that is that it is not even how you always were. People say Lucifer took his fall badly? Obviously they have not had the unfortunate responsibility of looking after you for the last few million years. Alone. With absolutely no appreciation for the sacrifices I have had to make in my own morality to keep you from completely losing your sanity.
Lucifer is gone. Father is gone. It’s time for you to grow up and learn to lead Heaven as more than an army. The battles we enter now are ones of your making, not that of divine will or any other sort of foolish nonsense you use to justify your inability to healthily express your frustration with the way Lucifer acted. He is not the only brother you have a responsibility to and I’m certain we would all flourish the moment you got off your high throne and recognized that. Heaven is in shambles and that is your doing.”
I hate what you stand for and what you’ve turned me into. I hate that I cannot shake this chain of loyalty that binds me to you and I hate that most days I do not want to. I care for you more than I do myself and that is not something I have ever wanted.”
And Raphael pauses, breathes.
“I love you Michael, but I cannot stand you.”