H E A L E R

“Not really, I’m the annoying step-sibling here.” He smirks sarcastically.

“Not an expert, but one would think that you’d at the very least be nice to your actual siblings.” A shrug is given, lifting his feet on the bed and wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Don’t flatter yourself by linking your neophyte self to me.” He replied without much emotion, like answering an obvious question to a child. He couldn’t understand why their Father would submit them to this Hell. It was probably a lesson.

“……” Blinks at the other’s comeback and glares. “Aren’t you guys supposed to at least like each other?”

Raphael scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his back to them and adjusting his robes. “Oh? Are you now an expert of who am I supposed to be, kid?” He heads over to one of the desks to put some order to the books on it.

“Do you guys ever stop complaining?”

“.......how long have you been there?”

“I’m not the one complaining about people complaining.”

“You know I’m the one actually related to you, right?”

There’s confusion in the aztec’s face at being so clearly rejected. At most, Gabriel would tease him about it, not blantantly stop him. But as his words go further, Pilli’s brow furrow.

“You’re not him… But you look like him.” He steps away, lips pursing. “Something like that, yeah. Who are you? And why are you wearing his face?”

“Of couse I’m not -...his face? What do you mean?” He looks towards the mirror behind the bar and sees his brother.

“Oh Gabrie-” That’s....not him. Raphael reaches up to touch their own face, releasing the one on the mirror is himself and not Gabriel.

Pilli walked into the club unnanounced, already knowing Gabriel or Lucifer wouldn’t care. First he stepped in the bar, preparing Gabriel a cup of tea and some hot chocolate for himself. Once ready he headed to the room Gabriel was in and settled the tray on the nearest table, before approaching and pushing himself on his toes to kiss on Gabriel’s cheek.

“Hello, handsome. Brought you some tea.”

Raphael leaned away from the Aztec to prevent the kiss, raising a hand in a sign for him to stop whatever he was attempting.

“Call me by my title or don’t call me at all.      and I don’t identify with that term.”

Slowly the archangel got up, looking around. It felt different, his body felt heavier...

“Gabriel?”

‘ Looks don’t get cancelled for being a menace…you can be attractive and still be one. They’re not mutually exclusive. We were created to look this way and still be warriors, after all. ’ 

‘ By that logic, you should be biased too since he’s our sibling. Though Lucifer being handsome handsome really has nothing to do with being biased. It’s fact. ’

           ‘ You know exactly what. ’

* raises a brow slowly *

“What I meant was that he’s your brother so that color your view. i’m sure my own siblings would find me annoying rather than anything else.”