|Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-02-11 08:40:00
|Entry tags:||lucifer, michael|
Who: Michael and Lucifer
What: Awkward lunch
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: A quiet cafe where they can actually talk
Michael just wanted to talk. He had kept his word and not brought any weapons with him. The gun fighting and the scrapping from both sides made Michael feel so tired. He didn't think chatting with Lucifer would help at all, but he had to try. And unlike a previous meeting his brothers had attempted with Lucifer, he didn't intend on letting there be any collateral damage.
He ordered a coffee and he waited, stirring as much sugar into the liquid as it could take.
Lucifer did not trust his brothers. A strange concept when he was the antagonist, the betrayer and the murderer, but logic and Lucifer never worked well together. He'd spend half a day wondering what Michael could be planning, but in the end had left the guns at home.
The public would do little to stop him if he desired violence. To him they were shields. He sighed and walked over to where his brother sat, sitting down in front of him. "Alright. I'm here. And God Mikey I smell that sugar from here. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Michael looked up at Lucifer and he laughed and shook his head. "I like it sweet, I can't help it," he said with a shrug. "I don't see that as anything wrong. Thank you for coming. I didn't know if you actually would."
"And I'm the disgusting one." He shrugged, "against my better judgment Michael, then I remembered your the one who won't kill in public." He glanced to a mortal, ordering himself coffee before looking back to his brother, "now. What do you want?"
"I hardly think sugar is comparable to homicide," Michael said with a click of his tongue. "I wanted to talk, Lucifer. You are my brother."
Once h got his cup he sipped from it, "surprisingly, I disagree." He sighed, "yes I am. But about what Michael? Like I told Death, you like kittens and cookies and I like making kittens into cookies. Our common ground was taken when you removed me from Father's Kingdom."
"I don't like kittens," Michael hissed, annoyed. He was giving his to Clio, but he certainly wasn't about to mention her name in front of Lucifer. "I removed you because I was told to. And I would do it again if I was told to. Everything since has been of my own volition and I haven't enjoyed it."
It made Lucifer's eyebrows raise, "you don't? I thought this was some sort of retarded good Angel staple. Although there's better thing to do." He rolled his eyes, "yes yes. You and your precious orders. You'd lick your own nuts if He told you to." He smirked. "Poor Mikey, has to deal with Free Will, the horror."
"I probably would, though why He would command such a thing is beyond me. And no, I do not enjoy having to remove your head, brother. Don't you have better things to do than forcing me into it? Why mess with saints. They are going to react the same way every time."
He made a face, "God you're disturbing. At least I have others do that for me. And the same reason He commands anything else Mikey. He can." He scoffed, then smiled, "because one day they might react differently? Why do I ever do anything Michael? These mortals throw themselves into the Pit, there's no challenge there. The Saints, now there's the challenge. Although they make it easier by breaking the rules of their church."
He chuckled, "what you hold true on Earth, I will hold true in Heaven."
"They will never react differently. They are programmed to act a certain way, just as I am. Just as you are." Michael sighed and he took a sip of his coffee. "The saints became who they are by breaking rules, most of them. But they are brave men and women, and I believe their reaction to you will always be the same."
"No they became what they were because mortals needed idols. They are nothing more then that. False idols too, for people pray to them and break one of Father's precious rules." He grinned to it, "and your Patrick proves you wrong. Mortals made him, and he defies it. Action, make him a drunken red head of a fool willing to get within inches of giving us his soul. Reaction, change to try and be different. His programming would be to act the way people act when his day rolls around, yet he defies it." He chuckled, "and yet they never broke the rules of the church. They broke the rules of man, never God's command."
"He is trying to defy it. I don't know how it will work out. That is different than reacting to a threat. It hardly matters. Couldn't you concern yourself with something else? I know you are what He made you as much as I am. But as you say, Patrick is trying to change, and in some ways he has been successful. Surely you could find other interests that don't end in me having to come find you."
He chuckled, "there's a difference there Mikey. I like what I am now. Your Saints go around moping how nothing is the same and all that nonsense. I'm perfectly content with what I am now." He smiled then, "Ever consider I'm just trying to get your attention Mikey." He licked his lips, "maybe I crave you, need you, want you so badly I'll do anything for your attention. Including harassing your Saints and torturing your pagans."
"Well you have my attention now," Michael said with a sigh. "All it would take is sending me a message. A text message. Surely you can't enjoy me repeatedly cutting your head off."
He laughed, "damn, someone broke you. Pity, I had things in mind." He downed his cup before waving for another, "I like pain Mikey, but I do like my head attached to my body. It's such a bitch to heal, and I swear Slytherin enjoys doing depraved things to my headless corpse." He paused, "no wait I know he likes it." He watched his brother, "come now Mikey, I like my carnage and my blood. I like fighting you, win or lose, and I like torturing you and your Saints. I am what Father made me dear brother. I suggest you complain to Him. But I'd advise caution. His complaints department needs work."
He sighed, "don't wish for things that can never be Mikey. I did. Look where it got me. I have no need to change. So unless you can offer me something to amuse myself with that is not a Saint or a pagan whore, I'll keep doing my thing and you can continue cutting my head off until it stops being funny."
"It's not funny, it's boring and repetitive," Michael groaned. "And there are places all over the city filled with people who will gladly offer you pain, and no one has to die for the trouble. I am sure it would not be difficult to find something that would amuse you."
"I disagree." He chuckled, "but that's not any fun for me Mikey. You don't get it. Tell me 'no, bad Lucifer. Don't do that' and my natural instinct is to do it. I like doing what I'm not allowed to do, and killing the mortals. And some of us have more interests then frolicking around and playing house pet. Go start the Apocalypse. I'll have all the fun in the world."
Michael sighed and he finished off his coffee. "I had a feeling you would say that, Lucifer. I would wish things were different, but wishing is pointless. Just know I don't take joy from it. I will do what I must every time, but you are my brother."
He rose with a chuckle, figuring they were done and ruffled Michael's hair. "Poor baby. Could have joined my side little General," he winked, "that would have been a blast. I don't enjoy getting my head cut off either, but I do enjoy everything before that. Say hello to the pets Michael. I'll be sure to drop by." He threw the empty mug in the trash and fished out his cigarettes, "now if we're done? I seem to have some caffeine to burn off."
"If you see no other reason to stay," Michael said with a shrug. "I don't mind continuing to talk, but have it your way."
He raised an eyebrow, leaning his hands on the back of the chair. "And pray tell Mikey what would we talk about? The weather? Snow and more snow."
"I don't know, Lucifer." Michael shrugged again and he glanced around the cafe. He was glad to know they could be in the same room without violence, that much pleased him. "Anything you wanted to speak about."
He rolled his eyes and took his seat again. He didn't know why he stayed around. "I have nothing to speak of Mikey. You're not interested in the politics of Hell, I could care less about the job you have, and I don't do relationship talks. Theres a limit of topics Mikey, and while I understand how lovely it is to be in my presence, after a while my intentions go to two things: sex or violence."
Michael nodded and he leaned back in his chair. "I will see you soon then, I am sure, Lucifer. Though I hope it is later, rather than sooner."
With a roll of his eyes he got up again, "such a woman sometimes. And yes, yes. The less I get stabbed the better."