"Ours worlds are very different." Michael's brow furrowed slightly, and truly it was hard to imagine a world where God would punish over something so small. "Were you not meant to guide the humans in yours? How would you do that without showing yourself to them?" Of course, he knew there were other methods, though, God had long since stopped caring over things like that. He'd also stopped caring for humanity and his angels in general. "Either way, He is merciful. Always has been forgiving of most things."
It all sounded so strange. Even Lucifer, someone who Michael had felt very close to once, seemed to have done things differently. Nothing about it seemed to sit quite right in Michael's chest, but this was something he was going to need to get used to. The idea that Duma's Father was even around felt like slicing through his wings all over again. "My brother, Lucifer, is dead, and died long ago. The only thing that has sent Earth into chaos has been me or Gabriel."