“I am, you are, we are one. We’re two sides of the same coin.”
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"We are not the same at all, Lilith."
His lip curled in disgust at the mere notion that he could be called anything along the lines of 'similar' to Lilith. She was a monster; she was a tainted abomination that he knew needed to be erased from the Earth before she tainted anyone else.
Michael was righteous; he was the Viceroy and the First Son, and he was pure in a way that Lilith could never have aspired to be even when Lucifer had not dug his metaphorical claws into her soul and shredded it to prove a point to their Father.
"Your delusions of grandeur have gone too far. I suggest you realise your place and leave. --You are in no position to compare yourself to me."
His wings moved to an aggressive position, and he drew himself up to appear as tall and imposing as possible. His vessel may not inspire much terror, but his true form towered over her and snarled down at the twisted ball of wickedness and disgusting sin that she had become.
