He sought out solitude that evening after his own encounter with the archangel. As he did, often, Lucifer chose to hold himself up in the music room. Soft, slow melodies filled the room as his gaze focused outside the window. Vicious knots twisted in his gut for the coming days with a being such as Azrael--One who had a direct hand in their fall, the loss of Lilith--Living amongst them. Was this indeed a ploy by Michael to aid Diavolo in mending the relationship between the realms? To force repentance upon him and his brothers?
“Disgusting creatures...” Lucifer hissed softly, his glare fixed on the leaves dancing in the wind.
His D.D.D vibrated, drawing his attention away from his thoughts. As he lifted up the device, the sigh of annoyance only came naturally. Mammon was calling. His thumb hovered over the decline button as he contemplated whether he had the patience to listen to what trouble the second-born caused. Just then, he felt a chill of uneasiness run down his spine, keeping him from declining the call. His stomach churned again, a feeling of weariness rushing over him. It was odd; however, he felt more inclined to swipe the answer button if it would ease his phantom worries, if only momentarily.
“Mammon--!” He answered with a tone ready for reprimand—however, the sound of crying immediately silenced the elder brother. The pure hurt and anguish in his brother’s hiccupping sobs and weeping sent a jolt of panic through Lucifer. Every inch of his vessel sparked with an intense sense of protectiveness. Without a moment’s hesitation, hearing his brother plead and beg for him had Lucifer to his feet. “I’m on my way, Mammon. Just breathe, for now, slow breathing.” He instructed, hoping to bring the other any bit of comfort temporarily. The morning star dared not hang up on his brother, no he needed the call to stay on so he could locate Mammon.
Stumbling onto the sight of his dear little brother groveling, weeping on his knees, relit a fire inside Lucifer, he often forgot burned within him. Large wings spread from his back, and his horns grew out as the eldest released his glamour from the pure anger and grief of the sight before him. “Mammon,” Lucifer called out, approaching his brother swiftly. “Mammon, breathe. Easy now, brother,” The eldest knelt before his brother, holding a hand out to him and inviting him close.
It wasn’t his first experience seeing the white-haired demon distraught from unwanted memories of war, and though he was never one to offer comfort...He couldn’t allow Mammon to be left in absolute tatters as he currently was. “I’m here, Mammon.”
