A Dog And His Master

"Calypso."
Calypso looked over towards the throne, noticing Armaros beckoning him over.
He was still reeling from the meeting with Michael only hours before, but he cleared his mind and made his way to Armaros.
"Yes, My Lord?" he asked, bowing respectfully as he stood before him.
"Calypso, you loved Michael once, yes?"
Calypso flinched upward, his wide eyes staring incredulously at his Lord's question.
Seeing how shocked he was, Armaros almost grinned.
"You still do, then," He confirmed, laughing breathlessly.
Calypso was at a lose for words, and just nodded wordlessly in reply. The look on his face showed that he was at a loss as to why his Lord would ask such a thing.
Armaros put his confusion to rest, though.
"I am going to use Michael to kill Lucifer, Calypso."
His smile was back, his eyes gleaming with madness. "Michael is going to be my vessel of revenge. And when Lucifer falls..." he paused, a devilish grin spreading across his face, "... I will take his place."
Calypso had never been more confused in his entire life.
"But... I thought...I mean- Michael is your brother," Calypso seemed to be searching for any possible excuse to save Michael, and this amused Armaros.
"How can you possibly expect him to do anything for you if he feels like he has no choice?"
Armaros laughed again, and for the first time since Calypso became part of the Court, Armaros didn't seem happy with himself. In fact, all traces of humor disappeared from his countenance.
"None of us have a choice anymore . You know it as well as anyone."
Calypso felt like his legs were about to give out.
"Will he die?" Calypso asked quietly, his voice emotionless despite the violent emotions that bubbled in his chest.
"Who is to say? It will hurt him to kill Lucifer, but  he will do it nonetheless." Armaros paused for a moment. "Lucifer's power will keep him alive for now, but even that will not last forever." Armaros' expression twisted into something that was almost sympathetic. Almost.
He continued. "The only thing we can do now, Calypso, is watch as things happen around us. Watch as we are manipulated by those above us and watched by others below us."  His gaze bore into Calypso's, dark eyes boring into his own. "And make sure nothing goes wrong."
Calypso nodded, though he wanted to scream and run far from the monster sitting in front of him, to save himself and everyone.
But he stayed still.
He had always trusted Armaros, and was loyal to him.
A Dog and his Master.
"As you wish, My Lord, I will see it done." Calypso bowed his head again, waiting to be dismissed.
"One more thing, Calypso," Armaros shifted in his throne, his expression something different.
Something Calypso hadn't seen since Heaven.
"Yes?"
"Do not forget your oath, Calypso. Remember what it means to serve me." Armaros sounded more sober than Calypso had heard him so far.
Calypso swallowed thickly, "Y... Yes."
"Good," Armaros sat up straighter, his demeanor completely changed. "Remember your Oath, Calypso," he repeated, "Or else…" Armaros trailed off ominously, and Calypso was grateful for the interruption.
After all, there was really only one way for Armaros to make sure he'd remember his vow:  he'd have to kill someone.