I sold my soul to the devil to bring my brother back from the dead, but one day he show up on my door step and puts my soul back in my body then says "I need your help..."
"I am not arrogant enough to assume, you came down just to repair broken family bonds." Silence followed in which Michael stared again. He was thinking of his next words, Merulias could tell.
"I need your help to save Heaven." Merulias would have expected many things, but not that.
"You what?" His confusion quickly turned to anger when the statement had sunk in. "Why should I help you, when you let me drown in flames alone, all these centuries?" The sudden outbreak led to the display of emotions in Michael as well.
"You, defied father. You and your thick skull thinking you could do so much of a better job. I tried to talk you out of it." The devil regarded his brother with an expression of boredom to shield himself from the sharp words.
"And what did you do when I was banished?" Merulias came closer so they stood face to face.
"You. Did. Nothing."