Michael flinches. That's what's wrong with this scenario, isn't it - he never has succumbed to temptation, he's loved Gabriel for millennia and hasn't ever done anything about it; the idea of ruling Hell has been fleeting and egotistical...
What is he doing?
Those thoughts are gone, and left in their place are his darkest emotions, coiled beneath the surface of his light. Words slip from his lips like poison he can't contain.
"You're just so painfully selfish. You wanted Lucifer, the greatest among us, and anything less wasn't good enough. Heaven isn't enough for you. You're barely able to be called an angel. What was it you said... 'we don't eat chocolate for breakfast'. We? Why don't you just leave Heaven forever and get it over with? You're halfway gone already."
What was he talking about? He tried to tell Gabriel he didn't mean any of this, it was just coming out, but he couldn't. A glance to his wings revealed they weren't gold anymore; they were black, the colour of garnets at night.
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What is he doing?
Those thoughts are gone, and left in their place are his darkest emotions, coiled beneath the surface of his light. Words slip from his lips like poison he can't contain.
"You're just so painfully selfish. You wanted Lucifer, the greatest among us, and anything less wasn't good enough. Heaven isn't enough for you. You're barely able to be called an angel. What was it you said... 'we don't eat chocolate for breakfast'. We? Why don't you just leave Heaven forever and get it over with? You're halfway gone already."
What was he talking about? He tried to tell Gabriel he didn't mean any of this, it was just coming out, but he couldn't. A glance to his wings revealed they weren't gold anymore; they were black, the colour of garnets at night.