Kage looks barely appeased by what Michael says. It’s because he knows, deep down that this isn’t always the case, that sentiment and tenure together are not enough. When something is easier, calmer, sometimes even more powerful and shown to be capable, of course it comes off as….appealing. He’s not blind to that.
And that is why this collision they’re on is inevitable, and he makes sure his thoughts, aware Michael can read them, are not tempered waves of one who has been talked out of irrational thought. Quite the opposite in fact.
But the word distracts him, as was expected.
His chest rumbles with a growl he barely keeps from escaping clenched teeth. He’s said the one name that can shatter any distracting thought.
To his alternate self, he tries to speak without sounding barely discernible. Their eyes match the crimson hue that the King has taken on more permanently. Kage’s still only shift from green as such when provoked, an indication of humanity yet remaining.
Kage steps forward, squaring his shoulders to shake off Michael’s grip.
His words are a blatant, arrogant demand.
They are both interesting to say the least. This seems beyond mere alliance or fixation. He would never dream of Michael feeling the need to comfort someone, in his way against what appears to be….jealousy?
And the way they are outwardly fixated on their adversary is also….interesting. His own Michael does not behave this way. Kage flinches internally at even the idea of calling the Michael from this world his in any form though.
Their demands don’t quite fall on deaf ears though, Kage turns his back on them and it appears for a half a second he’s making his departure. But that’s not quite the case…The hideout begins to change, shift and take on a reddish tint. The ceiling expands to make way for the tall, familiar black pillars of the Imperial palace.
In their direct line of sight sits the throne and behind it is a high window that displays crudely plastered black wings. Always there to make mockery of a Lucifer who had failed to dispel a most bloody insurrection.
Most noticeably is how the air shifts, becomes congested with heat, the atmosphere dense with the feeling of fury, despair and pain. It comes from the many wayward souls that traverse this plane.
Kage approaches the throne to leisurely take his seat, blades forming a mocking red halo above his head. Shadows pull from between pillars. His Crownsguard, prepared to strike at the word.
"You’d be surprised at what your brother has confessed in this room, Michael. Your timeline is not without its obvious and apparent deviations already that I can glean. But most….intriguing perhaps….is you. War between Heaven and Hell on earth is catastrophic….but not surprising. "
Kage smiles down at him, expression mildly amused like he plans to wait for Michael to affirm or deny what he’s about to say.
"War where a General…murders his own chain of command one by one for…..perceived imperfections. That's a little shocking, wouldnt you agree?"
