Before the race of men was created, God the Almighty made his firstborn, the angels. Among the angels were nine siblings, he chose to bestow favor upon. Lucifer the eldest, Michael, Túrin, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Metatron, Azrael, and Ariel the youngest. And as God had intended they loved each other, however, that didn't stop Lucifer from teasing his younger siblings.
"Hey, baby brother! How have you been?" Lucifer asked his younger brother Túrin.
"You're not that much older than me, Lucifer, so why are you calling me baby brother?" Túrin asked him annoyed by his brother's antics.
"Because you're younger than me!" he answered proudly.
"We're all younger than you Lucifer, you were literally the first angel to ever be created by, dad," Túrin reminded him.
"Yeah I know," he grinned. "Hey, you wanna help me prank Ralphy?" he asked his younger brother.
"I'm good," Túrin assured him.
"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" Lucifer argued.
"My answer is still no, Lucifer," Túrin remarked.
"Fine be that way," Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Where are you going, anyway?" he asked his little brother.
"To the training grounds, I will beat you one of these days!" Túrin declared.
"Then I shall await that day in eagerness," Lucifer smiled before he walked off.
Arriving in the training yard, Túrin's second older brother Michael was currently training as well. Noticing Túrin, Michael waved his younger brother over. Approaching Michael, Túrin unsheathed his sword gifted to him by the Almighty and got into his battle stance.
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"You never were one to waste time," Michael remarked as he unsheathed his own sword. "Tell me is this all just so that you can fight Lucifer and win for once?" he inquired before Túrin attacked without ever answering. "I'll take that as a yes," he remarked.
With the ringing of steel echoing through the air, Túrin fought his heart out against his brother, with Michael returning the favor. Because they were immortal there was no need to hold back. Igniting his sword's blade in a brilliant flame, Túrin looked to his brother with a slight grin on his face before the winds began to move around Túrin's blade.
Being the first to lunge, into the fight, Túrin brought his sword down on Michael who raised his own to block the attack. With the fire colliding with the wind, it spurred into a flame vortex as the two fought. Not far from where Michael and Túrin were sparring, their father the creator of all watched with a soft smile on his face. Hearing a cry of displeasure, God looked to find Raphael drenched in water.
"Lucifer is evil," Raphael declared.
"Oh come now, Raphael it's just a harmless prank," God laughed slightly in amusement.
