I often imagine Lucifer singing a lullaby for his child and today I finally managed to write it down.
You all know ‘Hush, little baby’ I assume. Well, this is what I imagine Lucifers version would be like.
Hush, little angel, don’t make a sound.
Daddy’s gonna get you a small hellhound.
Soon you will grow, become big and strong.
And your little hellhound, he will grow along.
You’re my little angel, never doubt this dear.
Daddy will be here to erase all fear.
I’ll stay by your side till the sun shines bright.
And one day, little angel, you will too be light.
Main Summary: Reader is already officially mates with Gabriel with all the ceremonies, etc. and can see his wings. He wants to introduce her to his archangel brothers (saying as Lucifer and Michael and Raphael all live together peacefully in heaven). They discover something about the Reader in the process.
Requests: What about for An Angels Grace, Lucifer and the reader brought something back with them from the cage, kinda like when cas swallowed the leviathans from purgatory
Note: I am so sorry. especially to my-shotgun-angel im sorry. oh and i am very sorry as well for this might be bad… haven’t written in a while. so.
Pairing: I guess a little Gabriel
x Reader or Lucifer x Reader I guess.
Notes: You’re an angel. In the
story. But probably also in real life too. Damn this is long. I don’t really
like it. It’s not the best I’ve ever done. But whatevs. Enjoy.
Gabriel watches from the edge of your
couch as you pace around your room, your
(f/c) wings fanning out behind you in earnest. “(Y/n), you need to
calm down a little bit.” He suggests, watching you run your fingers
through your (h/l) (h/c) hair for what must have been the thousandth time.
"Gabriel, this is not something
taken lightly! Who am I to disobey Michael’s orders?“ You nearly shout,
continuing to pace.
”(Y/n), I know you’re an archangel,
but Michael is in his own little world these days, he only pays attention to
Father, the exception being Lucifer…“ Gabriel trails off, the weight of
what had happened in the last few days bearing down on him, and clears his
throat. "Michael probably doesn’t even remember the order.” He says,
trying his best to comfort you.
You sniffle a little bit, finally pausing
your pacing. Gabriel notices, and walks up to you. He spreads his wings,
embracing you in his soft, golden
feathers. Even though he was a couple hundred years younger than you, he still
managed to comfort and soothe you. You dissolve into sobs, clutching to his
"Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be
alright…“ Gabriel lies through his teeth, tangling his fingers through
"I-it’s not okay. I-I just n-need
some time to think about this…” You choke out. It’s uncharacteristic for
an angel, an archangel at that, to be showing this much emotion. But during
these times, you wonder how you’re still in one piece.
As you wipe your eyes, Gabriel pulls away
to look at your face. "Do you want
to watch the fledglings with me? I’m sure the caretaker will be happy to hand
them over.“ He suggests.
"Only if you come and stay.”
You barter, wiping away your tears. Gabriel wasn’t known for sticking around
for very long, he always has such a short attention span.
Gabriel smirks. “Aw, don’t trust me?
Fine. If it’ll make you feel better.” You smile through your tears, and
pull him to the gardens of Heaven, and through heaven.
"Hey Ariel! Want us to look over the
fledglings for a bit?“ You yell to the haggard looking angel.
Ariel turns and smiles in relief. "Oh,
thank Father! Please, Balthazar is going to be the death of me!” She says,
getting up from her perch. You roll your eyes knowingly. The fledglings, only
around ten, were running around the field.
"Uriel! Balthazar! What in the world
are you all doing?“ Gabriel shouts at them.
Balthazar glances at him. "We’re
racing!” He shouts, tackling Uriel to the ground.
Gabriel shakes his head. “I can see
that.” He looks around. “Where is Castiel?”
Balthazar shrugs. “Prob'ly sitting
somewhere. He doesn’t want to play.” Of course. Castiel was…different
than the rest of the angels. He was much more entertained by watching the new
humans than playing with his older brothers.
"(Y/n), why don’t you go get
Castiel, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.“ Gabriel says. "I’ll
watch over the troublemakers.” Younger archangels were not supposed to
give ‘orders’ to elder angels, but you didn’t really care with Gabriel.
Nodding, you set off to search for the missing fledgling. The gate to Earth was
a big spot for him, so you spread your (f/c) wings and take flight. You pass
lower-ranking angels, making them murmur in awe and confusion. Archangels were
almost never among the others, all except for you and Gabriel. The angels have gotten used to you by now,
but it was still an awkward encounter.
All of a sudden, you crash into another
angel. The two of you tumble into the ground, tangling limbs. You slowly get
up, helping the other to their feet. You should have felt their grace before
you crashed, but you were too occupied to notice.
"Oh, dear Father, I am so
sorry!“ You say, brushing the other and yourself clean of anything that
could have gotten on either of your clothes .
"Oh, (y/n)! No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t
looking where I was going!” The angel hurriedly replied. You get a good
look at the angel, finally recognizing him.
"Inias! Have you seen Castiel?“
Inias thinks for a moment, then nods.
"The little one was on the furthest cloud in the West, studying the
You sigh in relief. “Thank you so
much.” You spread your wings again.
Inias blushes. “N-no problem.”
He mumbles before taking off quickly.
You head to the west, seeing Castiel
indeed watching the Earth. He didn’t even know your approach, fascinated by the
blue and green orb below.
"Castiel?“ You say softly,
alerting him of your presence. Castiel stands up very quickly, almost tumbling
off the cloud. You quickly rushed over and grabbed him. "Whoa there,
Cas!” You say, pulling him upright.
"Sorry, (y/n).“ He mumbles.
You chuckle. "Cas, come. Let’s play
with your brothers.” Castiel looks
down, kicking at the cloud beneath his feet. Concerned, you lean down until
you’re eye-to-eye with him. “Cas, is there something wrong?” You ask
Castiel looks up at you with his gigantic
sad puppy eyes. “They called me a 'freak’.” He says quietly. You bite
your lip. Castiel had always been the target of bullying, infuriating you.
"Who did Cas? What were their
names?“ You ask, trying as hard as you can not to explode in front of your
Castiel gulps. "M-Michael.” He
looks down again. “I deserve it.” He whispers.
You take a deep breath. You’ll deal with
Michael later, but for now, Castiel needs help. “Castiel, you’re not a
freak. The others are intimidated because you’re special.” You say in a soothing
The fledgling sniffles a bit, confused.
“Special? What’s so special 'bout me?” He asks, squinting his eyes.
You smile. “Castiel, you are the
cutest, the most wonderful, the kindest, the most thoughtful, the most diligent
angel in the garrison.” You say, only the truth.
Cas rubs his eyes, staring at you in
wonder. “Really? I’m that impo-important?” He says, smiling a little.
You nod. It was rare to see a smile on Castiel’s face now, only a few times
would it reach his eyes.
"Yes. You are extremely important.
You know, when Michael sees you, and you ask a question about Father, or the
humans, he sees Lucifer in you.“ You explain, placing a gentle hand on his
shoulder. "Michael is afraid that you’ll get in over your head.”
Castiel seems to understand, and you take
his hand. “Come, you don’t have to play, but I would feel safer if I could
keep watch over you.” You say, grasping Cas’ hand.
Instead of flinching, Cas keeps a tight
grip, a bit more relaxed now. You sigh and gather him in your arms. He’s still
the smallest angel, not much smaller than his older brothers and sisters, but
still quite small to an archangel such as yourself.
Careful to keep a hold of your younger
brother, you take flight, soaring over the landscape of heaven. You look down
at the bundle in your arms, pleased to see a joyful look on his face. You touch
down gracefully, setting Cas down on somewhat solid ground again.
"(Y/n)! Help me–crap!“ Looking to the
sky, you see Gabriel in the sky, flying around wildly, avoiding and dodging his
You chuckle. "Fledglings! Please,
come down!” You yell. The young ones ignore you, and you let out an
exasperated sigh. “Don’t make me call Raphael!” You yell. Quick as
lighting, ten baby angels have landed at your feet diligently, fear in their
eyes. Even Gabriel hovers near you, a little frightened.
"Good. Now sit down, I’m going to
tell you a story.“ You say, pulling Gabriel down next to you. The angels
sit, and you hand Castiel to Gabriel for the time being. The fledglings wait
with eager faces. You clear your throat. You’re not Metatron, but you can tell
a good enough story to keep the fledglings interested.
"Okay, little ones, how many of you
know about the Earth?” You ask the fledglings. One after another they nod
in recognition of the small planet beneath them.
"How many know of the humans?“
You continue, rubbing your younger archangel brother’s shoulders. A couple
fledglings raised their hands, but most had no idea about the creation.
"The humans are wondrous creatures, some can even compare them to angels
like ourselves.” The fledglings, confused, began to murmur among themselves.
Castiel tilted his head. You clear your throat. What you are saying is
bordering on blasphemy, so you need to keep it cool and simple.
"They are, in some ways, similar to
us. What many of us do, however, is point out their differences, judge them for
who they could be, not who they are. You little ones must be sure to notice the
similarities as well as any good qualities the other has. Just because one was
created before the other, does not mean one is more superior.“ The
fledglings seem to barely grasp the concept, but you see Castiel’s eyes glitter
with newfound understanding.
Gabriel coughs. "I mean, unless
Father decrees it, then you have to suck it up.” He mutters, easily heard
by the younger angels, and someone else pipes up.
"Yeah, so suck it up.“ A small
angel in the back, what was her name? Hael you believe. Hael quietly says those
words, shrinking back into herself.
There’s a few moments of silence, and
then you snort. You and Gabriel crack up, and the fledglings stare for a
moment, before they start giggling. The fledglings start to laugh, and Castiel
giggles along with them. You shove Gabriel on the shoulders lightly, when you
hear a voice cut through the air.
”(Y/n). Come immediately.“ You
stand up quickly, confused but obedient. The fledglings hush, and Gabriel looks
at you worryingly.
You take off quickly, racing off to the
court, leaving Gabriel to deal with the fledglings. The court isn’t far, and
when you reach the gates, Zachariah meets you.
”(Y/n), he is waiting inside.“
He says gruffly. You grimace and nod. Zachariah was a dick at best and an
asshole at worst, so he wasn’t your favorite of siblings. You quickly walk
through the pearly gates, greeting a very frightening Archangel at the center
of the court.
"Michael. I assume you need
help?” You ask, not bothering with pleasantries. Michael bites his lip,
any anger vanishing.
"I need to rest from this. I grow
weary of argument. Is there any possible way you could talk to him?“ He
asks, looking into your eyes. You look to the furthest room in the court. It
glows brighter today, but not from joy. The Morning Star resides in there.
You sigh shakily. "I am willing to
try. I will not be able to convince him of anything though.”
Michael nods, rubbing his temple. “I
must go to Father. I must ask him what is to be done.” You bow your head,
then walk past him to the furthest room. You hear flapping of wings, indicating
Michael had left.
Walking through the doorway, the blinding
light becomes no dimmer.
"Brother I grow weary of
"Lucifer.” You interrupt. The
voice immediately stops, and the light dims considerably.
"(Y/n)? W-what are you doing
here?“ Lucifer almost whispers. He stands in the middle of the room, his
back straight and tall, his wings fanned out behind him.
You sigh, leaning on the wall. "What
have you gotten yourself into, Luci.” You say, using his old nickname.
Lucifer sighs, and leans back against the
chair. “I will not. I refuse to. I have the right to exercise free will,
don’t I?” He asks angrily.
"Don’t. I do not want to become
involved into this.“ You say, tears forming in your eyes. Lucifer grumbles
something, but keeps silent. You continue to stare at him. His wings droop ever
so slightly, his light flickering dimly. The Morning Star, the Angel of Light,
falling out after a feud with family.
"Do you realize what Michael has
asked me to do?” You ask quietly. Lucifer looks down to the floor.
“What he asked…all of us to do?” You continue, walking toward him.
He closes his eyes, refusing to look at you. “Brother, please…what will
I do…I can’t do it…” You plead with him, getting on your knees.
"(Y/n)…I will not cede.“
Lucifer says in a voice meant to be strong, but wavers. He still won’t meet
You stand. "Lucifer…what happened
to you? I wish I could say that I knew what goes on inside your head, but…I
doubt our Father even knows.”
Lucifer sighs. “Sometimes, I doubt
that I even know.” His eyes suddenly fill with anger. “But I have a
constant, something I am always sure of.” He somehow stands straighter,
impossible as it may be.
"I will not be a piece on our
Father’s chessboard. I am not a pawn. I am free!“ He shouts those words,
and raises a hand to you. You scramble to get to your feet. He wouldn’t dare to
Lucifer looks so much like a warrior in
that one moment, his wings blazing behind him, light glowing everywhere, his
eyes burning in hatred and bitterness. But he is your brother, and through the
light, you see a crack in his façade.
You look at him, as a brother, not an
enemy. "Luci, I love you. But you are an archangel, it is not mature to
throw a tantrum about this. When you listen to reason, it’ll be too late.”
Without another word, you walk outside into the court, and Lucifer hangs his
head, ever so slightly.
You whip around to see Michael standing
an uncomfortably close standpoint to yourself. "I-what? What did you find
out?” You ask, taking a step back.
Michael sighs shakily. “Remember
what I asked you to do? The time has come, sister. I am sorry.” His eyes
shine with unshed tears as he turns and heads into the room you just walked out
"No…“ You whisper, tears
falling. The sadness quickly becomes rage as you wipe your tears away,
clenching your fists.
"Ah, (y/n), how did it go?”
Zachariah asks coolly, smirking. The smirk quickly vanishes as you hurl him
into the wall of the court. Before he can retaliate, you take to the sky,
flying high over Heaven.
Your home, your haven, was on the very
reaches of Heaven, making it even more secluded than the rest of the angels’.
It’s a small blue house, with a worn and weathered look to it.
As you walk into the house though, the
house reacts sensitively to your emotions, and the paint peels back, the
foundations cracking and creaking.
You walk down into your basement,
throwing the light switch, lighting up the room. Then you accidentally blow out
the light, leaving you in darkness again.
You were one of the few angels who chose
a Heaven more human-like than the beautiful mansions some had created. Angrily,
you snap your fingers, restoring the light. You were a match for any angel at
the moment, even Raphael.
You pace back and forth, trying to think
of something, anything, other than the task ahead of you. All these…emotions
are not fitting for an archangel. You groan in frustration, punching the empty
air forcefully. Or what was empty air.
"Ow! (Y/n), what’s the matter with
you?“ Gabriel exclaims, quickly healing himself. You mumble an apology,
which was apparently not enough for the younger archangel.
"Did the meeting go well? How’s the
family?” He asks, sitting on the edge of a table. You sigh, and zap the
two of you outside. “Does it look like it went well?” You say,
gesturing to the decaying house.
Your younger brother simply sighs
and shakes his head. “(Y/n). Tell me what happened. I’m not letting you
hold out on me, not today.”
Gabriel would find out eventually, even
if you did try to hide it from him. You zap you two into your living room.
“Gabe, Michael, he…got permission to…Lucifer….I-I mean….” You
bury your head in your hands, peeking out from between your fingers and tears,
you see Gabriel hang his head. He already knows.
He looks down. “To cast Lucifer out
of Heaven.” He finishes.
You almost growl in frustration.
“This is awful. How could Father do this? Casting his son out? It’s never
been done! How am I supposed to just sit by and watch it?” You say, gripping your hair.
Gabriel stands up, putting an arm around
your shoulder. “Calm down, calm down.” He says in a soothing voice.
“I’m sure Michael will-”
"He wants all of us to watch.“
Gabriel stops in his tracks. You bite your lip. "Wha…? We…all
have to watch?” He says in a strained voice. You nod. All the archangels
have to witness the angel being cast out.
"I think Michael and Father…want
to leave an impression. A lesson. Thankfully, only the archangels are allowed
to witness the…fall…“ You bite your lip. "I cannot watch, Michael
has assigned me a different job, remember?” You say bitterly.
Gabriel nods. "I have to go, (y/n). The fledglings
need to be well out of the way before it begins.“ He say, spreading his
golden wings while doing so.
"I must prepare for my task. I’ll see
you when this is over.” You meant for it to be a statement, but it was
really a question.
Gabriel says nothing more, instead he
takes flight, saving a painful goodbye.
You take a minute to compose yourself,
before you take flight also, on a different path.
It takes no more than a millisecond for
you to reach the planet, but it seems to take an eon for you. It’s dusk, the
light from the sun slowly fading, as the moon shines it’s pale light onto the
sleeping Earth. Your feet barely skim the dirt and grass below you, your wings
flexing in a ready position, preparing to move at any time.
Above you, the heavens darken, and
lighting bolts pierce the sky. You can tell by the color and shape of lightning
that Michael created them. It is not as large or as refined as Raphael’s, but
Soon enough, light pours from the
heavens, almost like another star burned in the sky. The Morning Star. Any
human would burn if they even glanced at the light, but you stare at it,
It takes an unbearably long time until
everything stops. For a few seconds, then minutes, there’s absolute silence
everywhere. The lightning slows down, and the light dims to a bearable glow.
The calmness is maddening, and you almost
disobey orders, wanting to fly up, to see if the fighting is over with. Maybe
Lucifer repented, and Michael forgave him. But then the moment ends.
Or rather, it begins.
The light returns, brighter than ever,
but now there’s a visible source. It’s moving.
You mean to scream, but your throat
doesn’t respond in the manner that you wish it would. You know that eventually
it would have had to happen; everyone knew. But to actually see it, to watch as
your brother fell from grace, it was too much.
Lucifer, flaming and falling through the
sky, seemed like a shooting star. It seems almost…graceful. But all shooting
stars burn up eventually, and before you know it, the angel had fallen past
Earth, to a new place, made just for him.
Hell opens wide and swallows it’s first
occupant, Lucifer. You quickly spread your wings and fly to Hell’s gates,
slamming them closed. You can hear an enraged cry come from deep within. The
lock clamps itself locked, and you produce a key that your Father made
specifically for this. You place the key in, and slowly turn it, locking Hell’s
gates for as long as they need to be locked.
Lucifer continues to scream like an
animal, and you take a step back, realizing what you’ve done. You choke back a
It took around twenty minutes to fly back
to Earth, even though it could’ve taken a second, but you were flying
erratically, unable to focus on keeping airborne.
As you fall for about the tenth time, you
decide to take a small break before going back to heaven.
As you touch down on the grass of the
Earth, your knee buckles, and you fall to the ground. Everything that just
happened washes over you in a huge wave. Tears run down your face, your hands
clutching at the ground beneath you.
Lucifer, your older brother, is now
trapped and locked away in Hell, never to come out again. He’ll never see
"(Y/n)! You should have been back by
now! Did you lock the gates?“ You snap your head up, tears vanishing as
Virgil appears beside you.
You take in a shaky breath. "Yes
Virgil. I will be up in a moment. I just need a moment.” You say, standing
up. Virgil frowns, but does not answer back in his usual manner.
"We’re never going to see him again,
I suppose?“ He asks, looking toward the edge of Earth.
You sigh. "It is more likely than
not Lucifer will not repent. I cannot say that I am glad of this outcome.”
You say steadily.
Virgil looks to the ground. “That
makes two of us.” He says softly, his voice uncharacteristically
emotional. Before you can ask about it, he’s already gone in a rapid flap of
Without another word, you take to the sky
too, your (f/c) wings stretching behind you.
As you reach Heaven’s gates,
Ariel comes up to greet you. She has tears in her eyes, while you had already
wiped yours away. You open your arms, and Ariel charges into an embrace,
As you awkwardly hold her, you begin to
realize the affect casting out Lucifer must have been to the lower angels.
"Ariel, I need to find Gabriel and
the fledglings, do you have any idea where they went?“ You ask, pulling
away to see her face.
Ariel nods. "Th-they should be in
the South Pavilion.” She sniffles again. “Lucifer…he…he…got
cast out. I didn’t know that was even possible…” She breaks down into
You try your best to comfort her.
“Ariel…it’s going to be okay. Heaven will remain the same. We will carry
on.” Even though you really didn’t tell the truth, more like omission of a
few facts, Ariel seems comforted, and she releases herself from the embrace.
"Okay, I’ll just…head over there
then.“ Ariel says, gesturing in the general area. You nod, and head to the
There’s a small building there, somewhat
small, but large enough to hold the fledglings and an archangel. As you walk
in, you see the fledglings huddled together in groups. One small fledgling
whimpers when you walk by, and you feel a pang of sadness and…anger. Sad
because you know that the poor young ones don’t have any idea what happened,
and anger…because Lucifer is the one who made them like this. This is his
You see Gabriel in the back corner,
holding three angels in his arms, and one in his wings.
Gabriel looks up, unsurprised and
forlorn. “(Y/n). Care to take a few?” He says, gesturing to the small
angels clinging to him. Your posture falters for a moment. The fledgling on
Gabriel’s wings is crying.
"Oh, you poor thing.“ You
murmur, prying the angel off Gabriel’s wings. "Castiel?” You ask the
trembling angel in your arms. The angel whimpers, and nods.
"It’s gonna be okay, Castiel. It’s
gonna be okay.“ You coo, wrapping him up in your arms. Castiel sniffles
and grabs your shirt in his clenched fists.
"What was that big noise? Mike and
Luci were shouting…it stopped too soon.” A small voice says behind you.
You turn around to see a watery eyed
Samandriel tilting his head up at you. Samandriel is one of the youngest angels
in Heaven, and one of the most emotional. He acted like a human child most of
the time, giving him an interesting character. But in situations like these,
his confusion never gave way to anger, only more and more sadness.
You open your mouth to give an answer,
but Gabriel interrupts you first, clearing his throat. “Uh, (y/n), I
believe that we should send the fledglings to the nursery. It’s been a
stressful day. For all of us.” You close your mouth again, nodding.
"Samandriel, another angel will tell
you what happened, okay?“ The little angel nods, gathering himself up.
"Okay. Gabriel, can you round up the more…” You look down at
Castiel, who is still sobbing into your shirt. “…uh…emotional ones,
and send them to my place?” You ask, helping Gabriel to his feet.
The archangel nods, walking over to the
fledgling groups. No argument. This must have taken a huge toll on him.
"(Y/n)?“ You look at Castiel,
his eyes watery and red. "C-can I sleep with you?” He asks quietly,
as if he’s afraid of the answer. You nod, holding him a little tighter.
"Of course you can.“ Castiel
almost smiles, but then he sniffles again. You close your eyes, and instead of
flying, you zap back to your place, saving the trouble of the trip across
Heaven, and the risk of running into Michael.
Gabriel appears a little later, holding a
few fledglings in his arms. He gently put them down on the couch, where they
immediately grouped together like magnets.
As you place Castiel in the huddle, you
notice that the others don’t ignore him, instead they welcome him, cuddling
each other for protection.
”(Y/n)…what are we gonna
do?“Gabriel says, leaning on your shoulder in what some would call
You put an arm around his shoulder.
"We’ll carry on, like we must.” You say firmly, wiping away a few tears
from your face.
Gabriel nods slowly. “Well, I
suppose I should leave you to it then…” He says, still looking down.
You hold on to him tighter. “No.
You’re staying. Tonight, we are a family.” You say, grabbing Gabriel’s
Gabriel looks down at your and his hands
together. “And in the end, that’s all we have left, huh?” He says,
looking up to your eyes. You nod, looking to the fledglings. They have started
to drop off, one after another. Castiel is fast asleep, snuggling with his
brothers and sisters.
You sigh softly, taking Gabriel’s hand,
leading him away to your room. When you reach it, Gabriel chuckles dryly.
“Well then, I didn’t know we were taking it to the next level.” He
says in a poor attempt at humor.
You shake your head, smiling, before
pushing him onto your bed. Archangels rarely need rest, but if they have been
drained, they need to essentially 'recharge’.
Gabriel grunts as he falls onto the downy
soft bed. “(Y/n)! I’m fine!” He says before yawning.
You smirk. “ I’m sure you are.
Sleep. I’ll be back in a moment.” With that, you zap away, to reappear on
the edge of Heaven.
Looking down over the edge, you see Earth
in nighttime, fires and such faintly glowing on the surface of the dusty
ground. Just below that you can barely make out the outline of the burning
hell. You quickly look away. You can’t believe that Lucifer is gone, forever.
As you look away, you see a figure
hunched over, a couple feet away from you. The figure is shaking, it’s wings
drooping to the ground. You quietly walk up to the angel, but stop when you
realize who it is.
Michael continues to shake on the ground,
his hands wrapping around himself. “M-Michael?” You ask softly,
laying a hand on his shoulder.
The Archangel stiffens at the touch, but
does not respond. You sit down beside him. “You’re not okay, are
you?” You ask, looking at the stars.
Michael takes a shaky breath. “He
was our brother. And I…I cast him out.” He says. “But he disobeyed.
He gave me no choice.” Michael continues, sitting a little straighter.
“I do not regret my decision.”
You scoff and look at him. “Yes, I’m
sure that you do not regret anything as you sit here shaking and crying."
Michael looks away. "He was my
brother. I loved him. The only thing I regret is not being there when he needed
me.” He whispers. You silently note the past tense of 'loved’, but don’t
comment on it aloud.
You and Michael sit there for quite a
while, not talking or moving, just watching. And, to some, even waiting. For
what, only time would tell.
PS: When he says the following line “You. The little…hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, “Father, I can’t.” I said, “These human beings are flawed, murderous.” And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it.” (Watch here). His expressions remind me a lot of Ruby’s in her final speech, when Sam kills Lilith in the S4 finale, Lucifer Rising, (here).
Ok, maybe I’m the only one that sees it, and maybe I need to go to bed. Now.
"You've let me down, brother." Lucifer drawled as he sat down next to his brother outside in the clock tower courtyard. "I mean, not helping a poor unfortunate soul? That's just cold, Mikey. I'm disappointed in you."
Michael glanced over at his younger brother. Furrowing his brow as he watched Lucifer sit down next to him on the rough stone of the half wall. “I’ve let myself down.” He admitted, his gaze turning back to the space in front of him. “Is there nothing good in me?” The older brother asked, glancing at Lucifer from the corner of his eye.