Third Person POV:

Lucifer sat, cross legged in the entrance to Micheal's house.

His mind was preoccupied with all the possible paths that would diverse if his plans fail or go off route.

" Saku"

His wings tore through the shirt's already existing tatters as he still felt it limp.

" Get up. I've gotta bad feeling about this, Wing...." He uttered as he tested the potency of his powers that he started to manifest recently.

The power to intrude, the power of manipulation and the power to deconstruct.

Lucifer had three thoughts rummaging through the small brain of his.

And they were like this:

" What if I fail?"

" Is Lucy gonna be alright?

" Am I ever gonna taste her cookies?"

You arrange it in order. There were things that changed his life and it was one of them.

He let the rough of his palms face the ground as he levitated the sand that had settled from his doppelganger's previous and recent visit.

" I still am gonna save you. No matter what...." He disintegrated the particles until it became pieces of silica.

*****

Micheal chuckled as he saw his necklace turn cold.

The dark patterns turned blacker than the night as he decided it was time to go home.

One last time.

Before the reign of light over darkness in his mind and body had it tables turned.

He took out his phone and dialed the number that corresponded to his wife contact.

" Hello?" Her sudden surprise was shown without a doubt.

" MICHEAL!? WHERE ARE YOU?! Why was your phone turned off?!" Panic in her voice started to elate.

He wish she didn't know....for the best.

" Have you seen the kid?" He asked but one question.

Her voice stuttered as she didn't reply for a moment too long.

" I'm coming home. Keep him occupied."

She didn't respond to that as well. She left the call on silence as he cut the transmission between them.

" What are you up-to?" The figure before him queried.

Micheal laughed. The archangel let laughter take over him as the Devil understood.

" Glad to know.....brother" Lucifer himself took his hand and materialized a glass of a wine that was articulated to be thousands of years old.

He poured it over the commotion and the howl of the customers that rushed in.

" Well. You took too damn long to kill me you procrastinating evil doer." They both laughed, the Devil still not convinced that anything could defeat the undefeated sibling of his.

Well, except her....

The angel stood up and let his hand take off the glass and take one more sip as the red fluid was drunk down.

" See you tomorrow."

" You still believe the curse is active?"

" Whatever. Better if it isn't. Just....take care of your son" Micheal sounded nothing like what he used to.

Like the plague had taken over control of his body.

" I will. After all, the one carrying my name is setting you free. Maybe I'll name him Micheal. Michelle Risana."

The man with the messed up humor grinned widely as he looked at Micheal's neck, where he was fiddling with his crystal.

" Goodbye. Brother." Micheal said.

" Whatever....make it quick." But he didn't know that the events to come were anything but what he wished for.

*****

Micheal's POV:

Stepping into the vicinity of my land, I felt as if a burden would be lifted off me.

The burden of living. For centuries, no millennia, I've been hurting. Falling asleep again and again to all the crime and evil that happened.

Crimes that were fragments of the human mind. Of the complex machinery of the brain.

Easily overcome. Yet so hard to do the same.

And now, I'm gonna end this story with a high note. I was happy.

Happy to the very end.

Grateful to the life that was given. Thankful to the one who created this piece of imagination.

" Hello, bo-young man." I mocked the disciple of mine. He looked forlorn at my beaming face as he stood up, almost losing his balance.

" We need to talk." Lucifer had worry seeping out his voice.

" Sit down. I'll be back in a moment."

" This is about you! HOW F*CKING LONG ARE YOU GONNA SUFFER?!" He yelled at me, his foot pacing towards mine as he grabbed the collar of my shirt.

He grew a bit taller. And stronger.

Perfect.

" I WANT YOU SAVE YOU, GODDAMMIT! LET ME DO THAT!" His irises were constantly moving, signalling his panic and worry.

He yanked at my shirt a bit more, almost pulling me off balance.

" You want to help?" I asked him, the bits of the madness within me rising up.

" Then you gotta kill me. Or in a more sense making sentence, SAVE THE F*CKING WORLD!" I roared with laughter as the madness started ticking off more and more.

Lucifer just stood there, his grip loosing it's strength as his eyes lost its glint.

" So if you would love to leave me for a moment, I would like to have a talk with Hope."

And I left him there...

All of this is for a reason, Lucifer. So don't give up.

*****

Third Person POV:

The former archangel who was losing control of himself opened the door with the mark surprisingly faded to the point that one would say it never was there.

Curtsy of Lucifer.

When the piece of turning furniture fully pivoted away, leaving way full view for Micheal to see the love of his life.

" I'm home" His mouth let out a deep breath of fresh and pure joy.

And of course, air....

The woman whipped her head back as her brilliant eyes fixated on him as her movement became staggered at first, getting a firm grip on the second.

And by the third, Hope let herself be embraced in the warmth of his body and the feeling of protection in the way his hands seemed to cover her.

Lucifer had to watch all this, more and more of the grand scheme of things unraveling itself before him.

" don't." He froze as he looked at the crystal he always had in his crystal that was turn-in black and blacker through the passage of time.

" don't. I know what you're doing...." Denial.

" Please. Micheal, don't. Don't step out that house. Don't push this on my land." Lucifer turned around as his fist curled up even more.

He was powerless, at least nearly not at his prime without Wing.

And the fact that he's not on good terms with the spirit voice.

Hope took off her lips from Micheal's as he gave her an expression that she didn't like.

" What happened? What is happening? And what is gonna happen?" Words came out as if she demanded clairvoyance on the way the world was treading.

" Nothing." He smiled.

He put both his hands over the sides of her face, uttering words he knew he had to do someday.

To someone.

" Whatever happens, it's not your fault. It's not Lucifer's. It was my choice." Micheal gravitated himself and kissed her nose and put the skin of his forehead on his, which he had to bend down a bit to do so.

" I'm sorry." He left, his hands letting go of her ears, that he subconsciously covered, halfway.

As the way he wanted her to keep safe from things.

Hope instinctively grabbed hold of his hand, which Micheal forcefully unwrapped.

All but warmth emanating outside him.

But the words didn't match with his actions.

"Whatever happens, it's not your fault. It's Lucifer's. It's fate's choice."

Why? Was all she could think. He did do nothing wrong.

Her vision turned flurry and lucid as tears invaded her eyesight.

" Don't leave..." She pleaded with a silent voice.

" Don't come..." Wished the other.

Micheal closed the door, seeing the love of his life from possibly the last time.

" F*ck you, you sly fox." Lucifer looked with heartbreak in his eyes.

" Hello again."

Micheal walked with a smug look, a waltz in his step. He put his hands back as if he's enjoying the carpet walk to a premiere of a blockbuster.

The age old matinee where he dies when the latest episode airs.

" Time to play the orchestra, maestro." He announced.

" I'm not going to attack you."

" I wasn't talking to you, apprentice. But I'd appreciate if you didn't stop cooperating. Do the world a favour." He grinned, leaving Lucifer's gaze fall like a cuckoo on radiation grounds.

" Do it f̵̢̡̛͔̯͍̦͎̏̒̐͌͌ͅǫ̵̪̬̗͇̭̖͚̗̞̘̜͚̤̍̍̍̓r̶̢̧̹͚̳̞͔͆̎̋ ̷̭͇̥̱͓̤͎̒́͗́̅͌̅̇͠m̶̗̭̲̺̱̮̔̃̎e̷̪̖̗̳̬̔̊̏̉̔͊͂̓̇͝.̷͍̋̇̚.̵̢̧̧̠̭̮͍̹̖͚̬̺͚͛͒́̏̂̿̏́̕.̴̡̧̛̣̤͕̩̠͈͉̼̬͔̯͉͆́͑́͑̈́̈͐̂̕ ̴̲̮̦̣͇̣̻͈̣̥͍͈̱̽̽͆͂̀͐͗̽͂̚͜"

( Do it for me... )

The crystal turned as black as the abyss by the time he was completing the sentence.

And all hell broke loose as Micheal dropped his consciousness for one last fight.

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( Fight to kill...! )

Micheal charged forward with full force at Lucifer.

For the final showdown between the Angels.

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