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clockwork, the Dominion showed up at the gate. And every day, minutes later,
Lire would send him away. It went on for a week—a long, tedious week
where Luce barely moved from his chair. Nothing appealed to him anymore.
It was the seventh day,
and Luce haphazardly flipped cards around on the table when the doors to the
room flung open again. Luce closed his eyes, sighing exasperatedly, as Lire
burst in.
"My Lord," he
shouted. "The angel—"
"I swear, Lire, if
you come to me about that Dominion one more time I will gut you every day for
the rest of your miserable existence."
"Not the
Dominion," Lire said, his voice bordering on frantic.
"It's—"
Before Lire could
finish, Luce felt the tingle flow through him, the powerful Grace, so damn
familiar, so damn appealing, if it weren't for the pungent odor that
accompanied it. "Michael."
Within seconds, the
scent of stagnant water filled the air as Lire choked on his words. Luce opened
his eyes again, looking toward the doorway to find the demon impaled on the end
of Michael's sword. Michael yanked it out, the demon exploding into a blast of
smoke and fire, all trace of him vanishing from the room.
Shaking his head, Luce
turned back to his cards, shuffling the ones in his hand. "That was
pointless. He'll just regenerate by tomorrow in the pit."
"Pointless, maybe,"
Michael said, "but still satisfying."
"Self-indulgence,"
Lucifer said. "Isn't there something in the good book that warns against
that?"
"It's not
self-indulgence when it's for the greater good," Michael said. "He
was evil."
"But he wasn't
hurting you," Luce pointed out. "In fact, he was announcing your
arrival. You should've thanked him. He seems to think you're a big deal,
brother. He probably would've thrown you a parade had you asked."
Michael scoffed. Luce
went back to flipping over cards, wordlessly playing his game. After a moment,
Michael stepped further into the room. "Nice place you have here."
Luce stopped what he was
doing and glanced at Michael, sensing the sarcasm in his voice. So out of
character for the hard-ass Archangel. "Why are you here, Michael? Don't
get me wrong—it's bold. Before today, Serah was the only one with the
guts to step down here, and she only did it because she was desperate for
something. So I can't help but wonder what you want from me."
Michael looked at him,
his expression stoic. "The Dominion has been summoning you for a week, but
you haven't responded."
"Yeah, well, I
haven't been in the mood for company."
"You have a
task," Michael said, ignoring his mocking remark.
"Look, I'm back
where you've wanted me… what more do you expect? Me to throw a fucking
housewarming party to prove I'm settling in?"
"A different
task," Michael clarified. "An important one."
"Important enough
for my little brother to venture into the unhappiest place on Earth to deliver
the message?" Luce leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up as he
regarded Michael curiously. He motioned toward the chair at the other end of
the table. "Have a seat."
Michael didn't sit.
"There is an uprising amongst the angels. Some of your old followers, ones
who were once forgiven for their debauchery, are planning another revolt."
"Debauchery,"
Luce echoed. "That's what we're calling it?"
"What would you
call it?"
"I'd call it
differing opinions… having reservations."
Michael stared at him.
"It doesn't matter what we call it. They are planning to finish what you
started."
"Well, good for
them," Luce said. "Maybe they'll have better luck than I did."
"Do you not see the
implications of this? What can happen if they're successful? The world will be
destroyed, overrun with sin, the humans corrupted beyond saving."
"So?"
"So?" Michael
stepped even closer, his voice edging on anger. "You cursed them to the
fate of mortality, and you say 'so'? You damned angels to fall to Earth, and
then you don't care that the Earth could be destroyed? We watched its creation
together! How can you not care?
clockwork, the Dominion showed up at the gate. And every day, minutes later,
Lire would send him away. It went on for a week—a long, tedious week
where Luce barely moved from his chair. Nothing appealed to him anymore.
It was the seventh day,
and Luce haphazardly flipped cards around on the table when the doors to the
room flung open again. Luce closed his eyes, sighing exasperatedly, as Lire
burst in.
"My Lord," he
shouted. "The angel—"
"I swear, Lire, if
you come to me about that Dominion one more time I will gut you every day for
the rest of your miserable existence."
"Not the
Dominion," Lire said, his voice bordering on frantic.
"It's—"
Before Lire could
finish, Luce felt the tingle flow through him, the powerful Grace, so damn
familiar, so damn appealing, if it weren't for the pungent odor that
accompanied it. "Michael."
Within seconds, the
scent of stagnant water filled the air as Lire choked on his words. Luce opened
his eyes again, looking toward the doorway to find the demon impaled on the end
of Michael's sword. Michael yanked it out, the demon exploding into a blast of
smoke and fire, all trace of him vanishing from the room.
Shaking his head, Luce
turned back to his cards, shuffling the ones in his hand. "That was
pointless. He'll just regenerate by tomorrow in the pit."
"Pointless, maybe,"
Michael said, "but still satisfying."
"Self-indulgence,"
Lucifer said. "Isn't there something in the good book that warns against
that?"
"It's not
self-indulgence when it's for the greater good," Michael said. "He
was evil."
"But he wasn't
hurting you," Luce pointed out. "In fact, he was announcing your
arrival. You should've thanked him. He seems to think you're a big deal,
brother. He probably would've thrown you a parade had you asked."
Michael scoffed. Luce
went back to flipping over cards, wordlessly playing his game. After a moment,
Michael stepped further into the room. "Nice place you have here."
Luce stopped what he was
doing and glanced at Michael, sensing the sarcasm in his voice. So out of
character for the hard-ass Archangel. "Why are you here, Michael? Don't
get me wrong—it's bold. Before today, Serah was the only one with the
guts to step down here, and she only did it because she was desperate for
something. So I can't help but wonder what you want from me."
Michael looked at him,
his expression stoic. "The Dominion has been summoning you for a week, but
you haven't responded."
"Yeah, well, I
haven't been in the mood for company."
"You have a
task," Michael said, ignoring his mocking remark.
"Look, I'm back
where you've wanted me… what more do you expect? Me to throw a fucking
housewarming party to prove I'm settling in?"
"A different
task," Michael clarified. "An important one."
"Important enough
for my little brother to venture into the unhappiest place on Earth to deliver
the message?" Luce leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up as he
regarded Michael curiously. He motioned toward the chair at the other end of
the table. "Have a seat."
Michael didn't sit.
"There is an uprising amongst the angels. Some of your old followers, ones
who were once forgiven for their debauchery, are planning another revolt."
"Debauchery,"
Luce echoed. "That's what we're calling it?"
"What would you
call it?"
"I'd call it
differing opinions… having reservations."
Michael stared at him.
"It doesn't matter what we call it. They are planning to finish what you
started."
"Well, good for
them," Luce said. "Maybe they'll have better luck than I did."
"Do you not see the
implications of this? What can happen if they're successful? The world will be
destroyed, overrun with sin, the humans corrupted beyond saving."
"So?"
"So?" Michael
stepped even closer, his voice edging on anger. "You cursed them to the
fate of mortality, and you say 'so'? You damned angels to fall to Earth, and
then you don't care that the Earth could be destroyed? We watched its creation
together! How can you not care?
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