Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-08-19 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer, michael |
Who: Michael and Lucifer
What: Where For Art Thou, Brother? (Originally posted by Lucifer)
When: Sunday
Where: Wherever the heck Michael works
Warning: Possible language, Lucifer,TBD
There was something about going to see his brother on what the mortal's decreed as their Father's Holy Day that felt ironic to Lucifer. Honestly, he was only doing his brotherly duty. And he hadn't spoken to Michael in so long. Finding the precinct hadn't been too horribly difficult, he'd smelled the Angel from miles off, and getting to wait for his brother was fairly easy. He'd spun some story about some tragedy (possibly one he'd committed himself, he could never be bothered to remember) and requested to meet with Detective Angel (and wasn't that hard to say without laughing?)
So he sat in the office, spinning around on Michael's chair and going through his things. Michael needed better locks. He'd remind him of that. If anything, Michael couldn't outright shoot him here. Not without raising questions. That was a plus. Lucifer was getting awful tired of being shot in the head.
Michael stepped back into his office and when he found Lucifer in there, rifling through his things, Michael sighed a heavy sigh. "Were you bored?" Michael asked, closing the door behind him.
"Just a little," Lucifer didn't bother stopping. "I'm disappointed. I don't visit that often, I should at least get a what are you doing here. And where do you keep all your good things?" He rose and smiled at his brother, "hello Mikey. Working on the day of rest? Tsk tsk. Bad boy."
Michael heaved a sigh at his brother. "It was a day of rest for Our Father, not us. And I didn't feel like being cliche," he said, explaining why he hadn't opened with a 'why are you here'.
He leaned against the door with his eyebrows raised. "There's Scotch in the drawer. It's not for me. The Lieutenant likes a drop when he stops by."
"And a day late, depending on who you listen to." With a chuckle he found the Scotch, "you should really indulge. You're trying all the rest anyway." He uncorked the bottle before taking a drink. "So how are you Mikey?"
Michael raised his eyebrows at Lucifer and he shook his head. "I never saw the attraction. I'm fine, though I suspect your interest is merely feigned."
"Again, you should try." He pouted then, "You wound me Michael. My interest is hardly feigned. Really, must I go and kill something just for us to see one another? You don't call, I don't hear from you. I'm starting to think you don't like me anymore."
Michael scowled at Lucifer and he shook his head. "Of course not, though you don't tend to like hearing from me, since it's usually to clean up one of your messes."
He spread his hands in a 'what do you want from me' motion, "I do what I must Mikey, just like you." he kicked his feet up on the desk, "and hey I don't always kill. Your station still has mortals in it, although a few captains are mine." He smirked to that.
Michael crossed his arms at that. "In homicide? Interesting career choice for them."
"You're so adorable big brother," for all of a second he sounded like the Lucifer before he had Fallen, but it vanished quickly. "No dear, no demons here. Just souls who are mine. You'd be surprised what mortals are willing to sell their souls for nowadays. You'd have sniffed whatever demon I'd put here out and get rid of them. And some of them are hard to replace."
Michael had just assume they were in other precincts, though the clarification made more sense. "I don't know if I would be surprised what mortals will sell their souls for these days," he said sadly.
He tilted his head, "daw poor Mikey, sad Daddy's little Failed experiment is going the exact same way I predicted it would go? And it's silly things really. Power, money, fame." He shook his head, "the funnest ones are those who think they are doing God's work. I tell you Mikey. Mortals are morons. Or have we forgotten the witch hunts?"
"I haven't forgotten," Michael said with a shake of his head. "Humans have much to learn, but that doesn't mean it's a failed experiment. Mistakes are how they learn," he said simply.
He chuckled, "those were fun. Most of it was a bet, you knew that? I actually didn't think they'd go that far." he gave Michael and even look, "have you looked at the world today brother? Hell, have you looked at this very city? Don't tell me your blind to how mortals are slowly killing the very thing created for them. We barely have to nudge them anymore. They do it all on their own."
Michael knew. He worked in homicide, how could he not. He knew it was getting to him too. He was seeing too much of the bad and not enough of the good. "I am not blind to it," Michael replied. "But mortals can be incredibly kind and loving too."
"Really? Where?" He spread his hands, "a few here and there? Doesn't weigh out against all the bad Mikey, we both know that. Look how easily they turn against each other just here. I can assure you at least one or two in this very building aren't the cupcakes you are. Why even bother Mikey?"
Michael shrugged. "Because I must." He believed the good far outweighed the bad, but he didn't feel like arguing with Lucifer. Neither of them could ever see the other's viewpoint. "But tell the truth now, do you really think I'm a cupcake?" and then Michael smirked.
Lucifer laughed to that, "oh Heavens he's learning humor. The world is ending." He smirked, "yes dear, you're a cupcake. A very plain vanilla cupcake at that."
Michael shrugged and he said simply, "sometimes all you want is a plain, vanilla cupcake. We have our place."