Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 9

            “Dammit, Lucifer,” Michael swore as they returned to Heaven. The second day of school came and went, and Lucifer was finding it more and more difficult to stand his older brother. I mean, he made one mistake, and suddenly he was the “bad guy”. Lilith was hot! So what if she was Adam’s wife? Then of course, Lilith when dark side, and then Dad had to make Even to replace her, but it was worth it. Lucifer served his time in Hell as punishment, but he got out on good behavior! Dad had taken pity on him, and allowed him back in Heaven. And Lucifer was trying his best – he really was – to make things right with his brothers and sisters, and with his Father.

            Everyone seemed to welcome him back . . . everyone except Michael.

            “Oh, what did I do wrong this time, Michael?” Lucifer demanded, rounding on his older brother.

            Michael stopped short, seeming almost insulted that Lucifer had spoken back to him. “First of all, I saw you sneaking off with that demon bitch again today.”

            Lucifer lost it. An angel blade appeared in his hand, and he glowered at his brother. “Michael, don’t talk about Meg that way.”

            “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot she had the nerve to use a human name! After all, she is just riding some poor girl. But you don’t care about that do you, Lucifer?” Michael sneered.

            “Like you care about what happens to those meat-suits!” Lucifer snarled back. It was quite possible that his brother was the biggest hypocrite on earth, and in Heaven. “You don’t care what happens to them any more than the demons do, so before you go criticizing my girlfriend why don’t you stop being a hypocrite, and act the way you say you do?”

            Michael didn’t laugh, he just stared evenly at his younger brother.

            Lucifer could have left it alone there, but he wasn’t done. “You see corruption and evil and hatred everywhere except inside yourself, Michael. I know what I did! I know I rebelled against Dad! I know that what I did was wrong, and I owned up to it! So why can’t you accept that?”

            “Because you don’t mean that,” Michael replied sharply. “You say you owned up to it, but you don’t regret it. You did penance in the cage, but it was forced. You don’t feel bad for what you did. You are not remorseful – you never were. You are not honest, and it is because of that that I can never forgive you for what you did. Father gave you a second chance, perhaps against his better judgment, because you were his favorite son. If I ever dared to do what you did, I would never get a second chance. Father would have never let me out of the cage. But he let you out. And you have everyone fooled – but not me. I know who and what you are, Lucifer. You are a liar, a traitor, and I can never trust you again.”

            Before Lucifer could even think of a response to that, Michael was gone with a flutter of wings.

            Lucifer looked at the ground and let out a tired sigh. When his Father had let him out of the cage, he had been so relieved . . . so overjoyed. He was free. He could return to Heaven. And here he was – in his home . . . He thought that things would be different – that they would be better. But they weren’t. Michael hated him . . . and even now, after all these years, and after all that had gone on between then, Lucifer valued Michael’s opinion above all others. And knowing that his own brother couldn’t stand him . . . didn’t trust him.

            Maybe Dad wasn’t trying to give me a second chance; maybe he was just trying to bring me more torment. Sending me home to Michael who hates me . . . I can’t imagine a more despicable hell.