"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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I awoke to a pair of flapping wings as the sound echoed in my ears. I quickly became more alert, again, and realized that I was standing in a graveyard. The sunlight peered through the clouds, the wind blew through the cemetery, waving through my hair. I noticed the strong frame of Sam, some distance away, his eyes scanning the surrounding area. I peered briefly down to see shackles on my wrist, cuffed together in the middle. The whole surface had symbols, warding to keep me bound.
"This is the battlefield my love," he states, not even facing me, he must have felt my gaze upon him. "And once I kill Michael the world will be ours," his head twisted to meet my pending gaze.
"Please stop this. The world doesn't have to burn for something Michael did millions of years ago," I begged Lucifer, trying to plead my case that the world doesn't have to perish. "If you truly love your brother, then you wouldn't want him dead," Lucifer doesn't have to kill his brother in this pointless vendetta. Our stare lingered on one another, and I could see the cogs turning in his head, knowing somewhere deep down he didn't want to kill Michael.
Suddenly, the sound of wings fluttering came to ear, and in a single blink, Michael appeared out of thin air. As expected he was wearing Adam's meatsuit. Our eyes connected first, but Lucifer turned around slowly to meet his brother's gaze that quickly flicked to him.
"It's good to see you, Michael," Lucifer states.
"You too," Micahel replied. "It's been too long," they were making small talk, and wouldn't put off the apocalypse indefinitely.
"Can you believe it's finally here?" Lucifer questioned, as Michael began to take a few steps forward.
"No... Not really," he stopped a few inches away, and released a big sigh. Knowing what he had to do. "Are you ready?" He pondered, as I saw the large intake of air going into Sam - Lucifer, him releasing that tension.
"As I'll ever be... A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this," could I have really got the devil to think about this? Or had he done a lot of thinking about this moment?
"Yeah," Michael responded after a few seconds of silence. "Me too," did he and Lucifer want the same thing, not to fight?
"Then why are we?"
"Oh, you know why," was a typical sibling response. "I have no choice, after what you did,"
"What I did? What if it's not my fault?" Lucifer threw his question out there, wanting for Michael to take a moment to think about it.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Michael shot back.
"Think about it. Dad made everything," Lucifer was referring to God, as he took small increments forward. "Which means he made me who I am. God wanted the devil,"
"So?"
"So why? And why make us fight?" Lucifer was trying to get Michael on his side, to make him think. "I just can't figure out the point,"
