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(( I’ve gotten three M!A’s, so I’m going to start here. ))
He felt funny. Had he always been this close to the ground? His wings felt small too. Turning to see them, he was surprised to find them returned to their pearly white state. He giggled happily, turning in a circle to try to grab them so that he could see better.
(To fledgling Lucifer) Your wings are so cute.
The little angel blinks once, then turns his head to see. He can’t quite get a good view of his wings, so he only ends up spinning in a tight circle with intent to grab one and take a closer look. He gives up after about ten seconds. “I can’t see ‘em at all!”
Don't Chase The Rabbit
Lucifer held his treasure tightly to his chest, running along as fast as his legs could carry him. Pearly white wings fluttered behind him. He laughed excitedly, slowing to a stop as he approached what his father called his “workshop”. The fledgling could hear Father working inside, and he had just reached to grab the knob when a sharp voice from behind made him flinch. “Lucifer! You know you’re not allowed in there. Father is working, leave him alone.” He turned to find Michael, and his shoulders hunched up some. Michael had been grumpy lately.
"I just wanted to give Him this," he murmured, holding out his prize: a dilapidated elephant plush toy that he had made himself. He had seen the creatures on Earth before, and in the pictures that Father sometimes left for him. They were big, and strong, but kept their babies safe. They reminded him of his dad, so he had made a gift to show how much he liked them.
His older brother was stubborn. “No, Lucifer. You know you can’t. Go outside, okay? He’ll be out later, and you can show Him then.” The younger archangel nodded some, running up to accept the hug he was offered. Then he dashed outside, going to his secret place to watch the birds.
He didn’t play with the elephant. It wasn’t his to play with. It was his father’s, and he would wait dutifully for Him. Unfortunately, He didn’t come out again for almost a week.
Fledgling lucifer and regular lucifer: Metatron has been killed.
Fledgling Lucifer: Metatron’s been killed.
“But… that’s not true. I just saw big brother before I came to earth! He was writing, like usual. He was okay. …He’s gotta still be okay! Big brothers don’t die. Even if something came for him, Michael would protect him! Michael’s good at protecting us.”
Still uncertainty and fear well up inside of him. “But… I still have one of his pens that I took. I gotta give it back to him. He can’t be dead! He’s still got stuffs to inscribe for Father!” He wasn’t supposed to die. …Who’s going to read to me now? Michael’s always busy being a soldier. I’ll never get to watch him write again. I’ll never get to be wrapped up in one of his famous hugs again… No, what am I saying? He can’t be gone.
Lucifer remembers something and pulls out a letter from his pocket. He unfolds it and walks up to the greyface, holding it out. “See, you’re wrong, Mr. Greyface.” A tiny finger points to a neatly scribed line. “See right here. Big brother wrote this to me. It says he’ll always be here for me to love and watch out for me. He promised. That’s proof that he’s still alive because big brother wouldn’t lie about something like that.” He carefully folds the paper again and puts it back in his pocket.
Regular Lucifer: Metatron’s been killed.
… The other gulps. Last time he seen his big brother, the other wasn’t doing well. He was stressed and tired. He’s at peace now. He’s been a good big brother. He deserves peace.
“I’m going to miss him.” A lot. Hot tears cloud Lucifer’s eyes and fall down his cheeks before he can stop them.
For fledgling lucifer: Your father has been killed
{omg someone actually did it}
Six wings droop and his bottom lip quivers.
“He… He can’t die. He’s Papa. He’s invincible. No big bad can get Him.” Yet tears fill glossy big blue eyes.
Suddenly the fledgling lashes out. “You’re LYING!” Outside a thunderstorm with record breaking wind brews, showing no mercy to those in its path.
What’s going to happen to me? …Father can’t be… He can’t. We need Him. We love Him. He can’t die! He just can’t…
The fledgling sends out a single anxious word, a silent prayer. Father?
Moments tick by. He never hears a response. There’s not even any static, just deafening silence which unforgivingly pierces through the fledgling’s heart.
He really is gone. His Creator is forever gone and he’s left alone in the universe. Overwhelming, unbearable loneliness crashes down upon Lucifer and he sinks to the ground and sobs rack his small frame. Woodland animals hear the noise, they too sense the loss of the Life Giver. They try to console the wailing, weeping fledgling. It’s of no use. He can’t be comforted.
A thorny, dark vine of bitterness tangles itself around pieces of Lucifer’s shattered heart and he swears to never love this deeply again. He swears revenge.
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The fledgling looks up as the other comes into view and immediately starts beaming. He shines brighter and his six wings flutter with excitement and joy.
He's been looking for his big brother and now he's finally found him.
Lucifer runs and hugs Michael, clinging to the older angel. He only comes up to his brother's vessel's upper leg. "I missed you. I've been searching for you, big brother." He admits, looking up at Michael with love and relief.
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Open || Stray Fledgling
The fledgling was on Earth, of that he was sure. Earth looked a bit... different than he last remembered it. He looked around and all he saw was grass and trees. He was in the middle of nowhere.
That didn't bother him as much as not knowing where his siblings were. He tried searching for their graces and praying to them, but to no avail.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and turned around quickly, wide-eyed and ready to fight, if necessary. Not that he could really do much, if it was some big bad. He was still too young.
"Who goes there?" He called in Enochian, twinge of nervousness in his tone.
