Michael wondered lonely through the empty fields of heaven wondering what to do.
"Hey, hey Mikey." A voice called from behind. Michael turned sharply. it was Lucifer.
"What do you want." Michael Scowled
"Ooo! He's using his Batman voice!" Lucifer teased.
"Well." Michael said trying to get to the point of what lucifer was saying.
"Now,now I've got an idea for you to get the drop on Maalik and his goons." lucifer said mysteriously.
"No." Michael said abruptly "I don't trust you."
"Aww come on Mikey I'm your brother! Don't you trust little old me!" Lucifer said with a joker style smile.
"Fine. what is it?" Michael said questioning Lucifer.
"This." lucifer said pulling out a syringe filled with a strange white light.
"What is that." Michael said uneasily
"Grace. Mikey. Grace." Lucifer said throwing the syringe toward Michael "go on take it."
"No." Michael refused uneasily "this...this is wrong."
"Don't you want the upper hand on Maalik?" Lucifer whispered in Michaels ear before turning to sand and blowing away with the wind.
Michael tensed he felt the cold metal of the syringe against his neck his pulse raised as he felt the cold syringe penetrate his rough skin.
