Between Madness And Mirage - A Michifer Fanfiktion

Chapter 1

Both of their visions were blurry and the way in which they moved looked more stumbling and precarious.
Neither of the two figures had been sleeping in at least a week.
Their bodies were weakened by the amount of energy they lost when they destroyed their own prison several days ago.
They didn't feel the consequences this would have back then, but now they surely did. Their bodies were trembling and weak, their vision was blurred and unfocused. They were both tired and needed water. The air around them was warm and unbearable. It felt like it hadn't rained in ages wherever they were.
Neither the blond one nor the black haired one had said a word in the entire time that they spend in the unknown area, trying to search for a place to rest. But not a single place was good. There was no place they felt save, they couldn't even hide.

"Lu-Lucifer- "The husky voice of his older brother, mixed with his uneven breath made the younger one stop, turning around to the older one. The gaze of his light blue eyes was still unfocused but he was able to make out the outlines of the other one's body. He stood still in the strange and unknown area, lightly shaking.
"What ..." His throat was dry and it physically hurt him to use it again. He really needed something to drink, otherwise he would lose his voice; Lucifer was sure about that.
"I- "Michael's voice didn't sound better in any way, it sounded like he had his problems speaking out every single syllable of the words, taking a short break after every word. "don't feel good ..." He breathed out heavier than he did before and when he tried to step closer to Lucifer he stumbled and ended up on his knees.
Dust whirled up when the adult ended up on his knees on the dry and almost dead looking ground.
"Mike- "Lucifer gasped for air but stumbled over to the older archangel, trying his best to stop in front of him; more falling down as well than kneeling down. "What- "He tried to clear his throat and tried to focus his gaze on the face of the smaller angels face. He knew that something was not alright, but he wanted to know what was wrong with the older one.
Michael opened his mouth, trying to tell the younger one something but he already passed out. His hazel eyes rolled back into the back of his head and he fell forward, right into the arms of his younger brother.

Suddenly the fallen archangel was wide awake. His arms wrapped themselves around the soldier's body and he dragged him close. His gaze was focused again and his blue eyes were opened wide in shock. "Mike, Mikey, Micha, wake up!" He shook his brother gently, then more vigorously.
He placed one of his hands on the smaller one's forehead, feeling the hot skin against his own. "Dammit- "He cursed, looking around quickly. Then his eyes wandered down to the older one's body. He didn't know what exactly went wrong but he knew he had to find a place where he and Michael would be able to rest a little bit.
But where should they go? He didn't have any idea. They were in some kind of desert; something the devil noticed when he looked around again, almost panicking.
And again he looked around, hoping that he would notice something he overlooked earlier, only to shatter his hope. There was nothing, nothing else but the dry dead land they were currently walking on.
Lucifer was still feeling weak and usually he wouldn't use his powers in a situation like this, but Michael wasn't alright ... He had to.
He pressed the older ones body against his own, holding him as tight as possible. Then he started to mutter some sentences, most of them were incomprehensible for the human ears but some other weren't, but even if someone was there, they wouldn't be able to understand any of the words the angel were saying.
While he continued to create this words his eyes started to glow more and more, just like his entire body.
The air started to flicker around him, the air was even warmer than before and Lucifer was not done yet.
His eyes closed tightly, light still streaming through his closed eyelids and his entire body seemed to be made out of pure energy for some seconds, until, suddenly, the energy exploded with a bright illumination of pure light and a sound that could shatter glass and everything that was in its way.

As soon as the blinding and immense amount of pure energy in form of light was gone, the place the two archangels used to be was empty. There was nothing else than some dark stains on the ground, the area where Lucifer had been sitting with Michael in his arms.
The ground was burned and dark. Nothing would be able to grow there for the next millennials, but that was nothing that the light bringer could care about.

He appeared – with the black haired angel in his arms – in an almost empty, lightly old-fashioned looking house. They seemed to be on an attic and Lucifer looked around. He knew he didn't have much time until he was the one that passed out. He already spends too much energy when he burned down the cage with Michael, but now he used even more than he actually had. His already blurred vision made it only harder for him to spot the place he had been looking for. The bed.
With the last bit of his powers he stood up, walking over with unsteady and weak steps, lifting up Michael and dropping him gently on the mattress, before he passed out and fell down on the other half of the bed.
Now both of the archangels were unconscious.