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wouldn't you rather forget? - Michifer

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Michael/Lucifer
[Michifer]

The oldest archangel of heaven stood inside a room that wasn't his; it was Lucifers.
The room appeared empty even though the furniture was still inside, the atmosphere was the thing that made the room appear empty and dark, almost liveless.
Liveless, yes, that would describe the room well enough for Michael.
The room would stay like this, maybe some other angels would touch the things when Michael wasn't there to stop them.

The black haired teenager sighed and sat down slowly, sitting on the cold floor and looked around.
But he couldn't inspect the room for a long time, his mind started to wander off.

It was one of the earlier times in heaven and both of the young angels were lying on Lucifers big and warm bed; the younger one was lying on his side, looking up to his role model with wide eyes and excitement on his face.
Meanwhile the older one was lying on his back and read out stories to the younger one; one arm around the smaller one and cuddling with him peacefully.

Slowly the archangel started to shake and wrapped his own arms around his own torso, holding himself to  comfort himself on his own.
But that didn't help him, he just started to remember even more happy and calm memories with the younger angel.

The day he taught him how to fly for the first time.
The day he taught him how to use his own powers.
The day Lucifer just showed up and told him that it was his birthday because he read about that in some books and thought Michael deserved it to have a day off where he would just be nice to him and both would be happy.

Michael started to shake his head, trying to shake off the memories.
His chest started to feel tighter and it was hard to breathe.
He couldn't think about that anymore, he wouldn't be able to think about it ever again.
Lucifer was gone.
He probably didn't survive the fall. How would an angel survive it to be casted out of heaven?
Killer. This word suddenly appeared in his head.
You are a killer.
You murdered your little brother.
You murdered your beloved lightbringer, the only creature that would ever adore you.
The archangel felt how the tears streamed down his face and he started to sob.

From now on Michael started to feel worse.
He would wake up in the middle of the night, checking if Lucifer was still there only to end up in his room, sobbing in his pillows and screaming for release.
He would dream about him literally murdering him, standing in front of his dead brothers body with blood on his hands and an insane but proud smile on his face.
He would always wake up screaming and with tears in his eyes.
Soon the other angels started to worry.
This wasn't their young but strong leader anymore. He was broken and somehow nothing seemed to be able to fix him.
Whenever something reminded him of the gone angel he would start to shake and soon he would sit on the ground, the salty tears covering his cheeks and he wouldn't stop.
He would scream late at night that his father should delete his memories because he wasn't able to take it anymore.

And one day he woke up. He slept fine without any nightmares in his own room.
He could walk past Lucifers room without even looking at the door for a single second.
He stopled crying and his break downs were non-existing. He couldn't even remember them when someone asked him if he was feeling fine.
He couldn't even remember Lucifer anymore.
It was good for him, he was feeling better again but every other angel noticed something.
Michael started to be colder and colder.
He started to turn into a cold leader and no one could stop him from turning into this kind of creature.
He stopped to see his siblings as living creatures, he only saw them as soldiers that he had to train.

But one day, millenials after Lucifers fall, it changed.
He was send down to hell after receiving several letters that told him about the demons getting more active again.
Apparently they had a new leader and Michael wanted to stop the upcoming issue as soon as possible, so he went down.

He fought his own way down to hell, something that was surprisingly easy because none of the creatures actually tried to stop him; something that made him feel suspicious. Why would they do that? He was an angel, he was a part of heavens army. He was the leader of this army ...
The oldest archangel had no idea what would happen but his hand was always close to his own sword in case he had to fight.

But nothing happened and soon he stood inside he main hall, looking at the throne.
The person looked strangely familair but Michael couldn't focus on that, at least not until the man greeted him.
"It's really good to see you Michael." He stood up slowly and looked at the now smaller archangel. "A long time had passed by since we saw each other for the last time ..."

Michael froze and suddenly the wall inside his head broke down.
He knew this person. He knew him better than everyone else.
He pressed his hands over his mouth, covering the scream that almost left his throat.
His hazel eyes widened and he just stared at the new king of hell.
Then he rushed over, pushed him accidentally back into the chair and kissed him.
The younger one looked at him with a confused expression at first but couldn't say something because the lips of the black haired angel were still on his own lips.
"Lucifer- you're back-" Michael gasped when he pulled away, still not moving too far away from him; he was not able to believe that he was there, alive.
"Yes I am ..."
He smiled at the older one whose eyes started to glisten and soon he kneeled down and started to sob; not being able to take the emotions that were gone for so many years.
Luckily Lucifer moved away from his throne and sat down on the ground, carefully hugging the emotionally overwhelmed archangel ...