#bextus

His upper lip curves with the slightless hint of a snarl that he managed to keep down at the end, a flame that he was determined to keep within his chest. His own eyes squint as he carefully examines at his brother Michael. Shoulders squared and chin tilted up in a characteristic proud expression of him.

"I don't know, is there any reason --- Michael?" His name leaves his lips along the smoke of his cigarrette that he tosses to the ground before taking a step forward towards the Archangel, the tip of his shoe stepping and grinding on it. One hand running his fingers along his slim black tie.

"Of course not, I've never meant to hurt anyone." It had always been just consequences of what had to happen but had never been his initial goal.

His jaw is tense, Michael feels more stoic than before and that angers him and hurts him but will never admit the second one, not even to himself. Why is he not shouting at him? Why is he not grabbing him and pulling him close and demanding to know where he was?

"Are you even allowed to talk to me?"

The landing of what seemed to be a meteorite for humans, had awaken Abaddon. There was a new smell in the air and he couldn't recognize it despite it sparking a familiar feeling. He looked out from Lux's window before heading to the balcony and jump out, shifting mid air into his beast form to run towards the new arrival. His paws left heavy steps, he sniffed around before slowly approaching only a bit to the smoking hole in the ground.

M!A Michael vc: "It says Lucifer swap not anus face swap"

“I was under the impression that all of you wore armors...or suits.”

The change of energy was noticeable, not as much as if Michael had left the Silver City but the balance wasn't the same, just off enough for Aarin to notice. His reaction was fast, launching himself up in search of his counterpart. He drew his double bladed sword and aimed to kick at the back of the dark haired impostor. "Identify yourself." He tilted his chin up, the sharp end of one of the blades pressed against the one with Michael's face.

He’s being impulsive and he knows it, but when it comes to the safety of his family and his Father, he will take no chances. He will not wait for Adonai’s angels to come for them. He has too much that he can lose now. Michael thinks of the new Seraphs briefly before he moves between the universes. There’s no time to warn Gabriel or Raphael of what he’s doing, they would only worry over him. He has a duty to uphold. It’s not easy, moving out from his Father’s domain into Adonai’s. Every part of his grace wants to reject it and reject the disadvantage of a potential fight on his enemy’s home turf.

But he’s already here. Sparking war isn’t what he wants, but the affront to his Father is something he cannot allow for.

@bextus

The regret sank at the bottom of His stomach as soon as the fire of His anger was washed away by the many tears and screams of pain of His children that were barely enough to cover the echoing of Raphael's own cries that He could still hear despite the Archangel's existence had come to an end for a few days now.

For the first time in eons He felt like He might have not made the better choice. Pulling Himself together He ordered a cherub to call for Michael, The prince was needed at the throne room where his Father would wait, standing near the tall window that faced Eden.