If He Said Yes

The Beginning of War

Lucifer

Lucifer stood in Sam's body. He still was in the motel hallway. The girl from the checking counter walked up to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked him.

"More than," Lucifer replied. He still had Sam's voice and looks, he wasn't Sam. They weren't much diffrent though. They both were taken down by there brother, living in their shadows. Left alone. Casted away by there fathers. Also, both of them had a little evil in them. A little of the devil.

Lucifer walked out of the motel room. Tomorrow was the night. The night of the beginning of war. The appocalypse. Lucifer had a feeling this was going to be fun.

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It was minutes away from midnight. The moon was completly full and bright. Lucifer looked up at the sky. That was where he was supposed to be, by his father's side. But he loved him too much. He loved God to much. Then his own brother had to listen and throw him to the pit. In the cage. Lucifer had been waiting more than years for night. To be free and kill his brother. To feel his grace seep from the poor body he was possesing.

Lucifer smiled at the thought. He was ready for this moment. He was ready to be the man everyone thought he was. To be the man his own father and brother made him to be.

He knew it was time. He knew that it was time and go see his brother for the first time in forever. To see him.

And kill him.

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Micheal

Micheal saw his brother appear in front of him. Angels stood behind himself, and demons behind him. Castiel was on his left side and Hannah on his right. They we're ready. And they weren't going to let any humans get in the way.

Micheal walked towards him, "Hello, brother. I see you found a better vessel." Before Lucifer could reply, Micheal heard Dean speaking in his head. Suprisingly, his soul had not left yet.

Sammy. No. Why did you do this. Micheal heard Dean say.

Lucifer stepped forward. "Same to you Micheal. But, I wouldn't say we're brothers after what you did. Yes, we're both angels, but you ruined it."

Micheal's sword appeared in his hand. It was flaming blue and red. The hottest fires. Micheal laughed, "Brother, I did because father told me. Now I must kill you."

Micheal threw his sword down at Lucifer. But Lucifer blocked. With those first moves, angels and demons went at each other. There was bodies building up by the minute. But Micheal and Lucifer continued to fight. They contined to ignore the rest of the world and do what their father said. To fight.

All around the world angels and demons fought. Any being saying it was the end of the world was correct. Micheal was going to stop Lucifer though. He was going to end him.

Lucifer's sword was long and black. Smoke like stuff 'floated' off the sword. It was the Sword of Souls. Anyone killed by it, their soul was trapped in there until someone destoryed the sword. Tonight, the sword was to be destoryed.

Micheal and Lucifer continued to fight. Each of the had cuts on them. But Micheal was growing weaker. He felt it. He began slowing down and Lucifer speeding up. Lucifer was filled with anger from being imprisoned for ever. For being left by his family to rot.

Micheal was frieghtened. Lucifer was gainning more power on him. Each strike more powerful than the other. Angels around him were killing demons and demons killing angels. Their anger fueled him.

Micheal couldn't keep going. His sword's flame wasn't as bright nor blue as it was in the beginning. Taking the chance, Lucifer shoved Micheal down. Lucifer laughed.

"Say goodbye brother," Lucifer said pointing the sword straight at Micheal's heart.