Fallen

The Day The Magic Died part 1

Micah's POV:

   Luci laughs as I use my sonic scream to kill some of his demons that think of themselves above us and think they're all stronger. I stop and pant with a smirk as I see the destruction I left in my wake.

   "Now that was fun to watch, sister. Truly a magnificent play you put on for me as always," Lucifer laughs clapping his hands proudly.

   I notice a another demon hiding behind a rock, "hmm, seems I've missed one. Luci, would you like to finish it off?" I unsheathe my sword and hand it to my brother whose eyes glow blood red and his wings come out before flying over to chop the demon's head off.

"Now that was fun to watch, brother," I grin and he turns to look at me with a dangerous smirk. Suddenly loud angelic chimes rings through the pit and soon 'Luke' an angel orbs in.

"Micah, your father wishes for your presence at once. You should get washed up before seeing him though. I doubt he would like to see you covered in beasts blood," Luke states in disgust at the sight of the pit.

   I raise an eyebrow at the audacity of this angel. Lucifer is holding my sword firmly against Luke's throat in an instant.

"Watch how you speak to my sister, boy. You think our father cares if you live or die? Do you want to test that theory?" He growls digging the sword deeper against his throat making a small trail of blood drip down.

I snicker as Luke shakes his head scared before I head over to my brother and set a hand on his shoulder making him look at me.

"Easy brother. You know how father gets when you murder one of his angels plus don't you have a date planned with Penelope?" I tell him making him sigh and nod. Lucifer turns back to the angel with a glare.

"Heed my warning, Luke. You got lucky today but you might not the next time. Have a safe trip, sister, send my hello to our dear old father," He spits at the angel before softly telling me, handing my sword back to me.

   I chuckle and sheathe my sword back in the slot before clasping forearms with my brother. "See you later, brother," I tell him with a smile making him smirk and nod.

    We let go and I turn back to the angel whose wiping his neck while looking at my brother with a cautious look.

"Let's go, boy. We don't want to keep my father waiting," I comment firmly grabbing the back of his shirt and orb up to heaven where I push him away towards a few people who catch him with a gasp.

  "That's for insulting me, boy," I tell him pointing a stern finger at him and he jerks away from the others with a clenched jaw.

   "You're not above us. You're an angel too so stop acting all high and mighty," Luke spits at me getting spit on my cheek. I briefly close my eyes while wiping my cheek calmly.

My eyes snap open and I know they're glowing since the people flinch while backing away from Luke. I sped in front of him and lift him up in the air by his throat.

  "I'm Archangel Micah Morningstar! I am above you and anyone who dares to say otherwise! I've been in a billion wars and came out victorious! You became an angel a century ago, Lukas Winter. You're a baby to compared to me," I growl tightening my hold on his throat hearing it crack and break a little under the force of my strength.

    His face turns red as I cut off his oxygen and he claws at my hand but it barely fazes me. "Let him go, my child! At once, Micah!" Father sternly exclaims making me grit my teeth in annoyance before releasing him and he crashes to the floor.

   I turn around to face my father who has a stern look on his face and I blink away my glowing eyes. "Luke, please refrain from insulting my daughter who is a more powerful being than you. Micah, come," Father announces then tells me and turns around to walk back to his office.