in the name of the Father Prologue; Lucifer/Gabriel

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~ in the name of the Father ~
Prologue


"Brother, don't make me do this."

Lucifer sounded actually pained as he said those words, and that was what surprised Gabriel. He really had thought that his brother had lost everything even close to sympathy and feelings, but apparently there was still a bit of the old Lucifer left.

Of the Archangel that had shined brighter than all of them. The one who had once been the wisest and bravest, the kindest of the heavenly host. But that had been long ago. More years than even Gabriel could count. And it didn't matter how much his brother sometimes acted like the angel he had been then. He had changed. Hell did that to man and to angels too.

So it didn't matter how hard it was for Gabriel to face him, to fight him after he had fled from that fight so long ago. He had to. Because this was not his brother. This was not the light bringer, the Morningstar. This was the devil.

And he had chosen this path. He had decided to leave his family over some kind of temper-tantrum, just because he wasn't the favorite anymore. He had chosen long ago.

Even though Gabriel had tried to avoid this choice for so long, he had to choose to. There was no denying that now. And he had done it. Because his father had been right after all. Because humans were just better than angels. Because it was worth to die for people. Not that he planned on dying.

"No one makes us do anything."

And that was right. Just as he could decide to not be part of this angelic war on any side he was supposed to be on, Lucifer could decide to stop. No one forced them to do anything, their father certainly never had. They couldn't blame anyone for what they were doing but themselves. Every decision they made was their own.

"I know you think you're doing the right thing Gabriel, but I know where your heart truly lies..."

It all went by in a split second and suddenly it wasn't his illusion Lucifer was looking at, but the real him and a scared sound left his mouth as his own archangel killing blade found it's way through his clothings and deep into his body. Pain flared up inside of him and for the first time in many, many years he felt real fear, looking up at Lucifer like this.

"Here.”

His voice was ever so soft, but there was the hint of the coldness that was part of him now. The coldness that not even now left his voice, no matter how sorry he sounded. He wasn't the same anymore.

His hands clutched the back of Gabriel's head and neck in a way they hadn't done for a very long time. And the familiarity of this made it even worse. There was no kindness left in his grip, no care or soothing that had once come from the very feel of his hands on Gabriel's skin.

Just out of reflex Gabriel had gripped Lucifer's shoulder, holding on to the fabric as if he was clutching on to dear life, which he probably was. But there was no real hope Lucifer would let him life just for the old times.

“Amateur hocus pocus? Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother."

Gabriel felt the sword moving inside of him, saw Lucifer's pained expression and couldn't suppress one last shit-eating grin, because if nothing else he had at least hurt the devil. Then his brother murmured something and everything around Gabriel went black.

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