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in silence as a little girl
stopped to speak to Serah, asking her questions about who she was and if she
were lost.
    "Have you shown yourself to her?" Michael
asked after a moment, his voice a low growl.
    "You tell me," Luce said. "You've
been keeping tabs, remember?"
    "You must've done it when I wasn't
watching," Michael accused. "You showed yourself to her. You're
trying to corrupt her!"
    "I've done no such thing."
    "Then why does she know your face?"
Michael asked. "How does she recall your image?"
    Luce tensed. "She doesn't."
    Before Luce could react, Michael grabbed ahold of
him, the sword of fire appearing out of thin air. He threw Luce to the ground,
the tip of the sword pressing against his chest, right where his beating heart
would be… if he had one of those. "She does! I just saw it!"
    Luce didn't give those words any time to sink in as
he reacted defensively. He threw Michael off of him, pulling his knife. He was
quick, and nearly got him, nearly stabbed him, when a sudden warm glow
surrounded Michael seconds before he vanished into thin air. A lingering tingle
coated Luce's skin as he stood there, suddenly all alone. "Fuck."
    Called away in the knick of time.
    Lucky
bastard .
    Luce shoved the knife away, his wings retreating as
he turned back to Serah just as the little girl walked away. Serah's attention
once more drifted across the street, this time settling on the space he
occupied. Confusion laced her soft features.
    Luce was just as confused looking at her.
    Could she
remember him?
    Was
that even possible?

    Michael stood in the throne room with his head down, his gaze on his bare feet.
He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling from agitation, not from a
need of oxygen. Air was nothing to him. He wasn't human.
    He never would be.
    His dedication and loyalty to his Father was everlasting, but an
unfamiliar sensation bubbled inside of him, strangling him, straining him. He
was angry... so very angry .
    "Wrath," a calm voice said.
    Michael turned, eyes meeting his Father. He sat in His throne, casually
watching Michael, a view of the street projected around them. The atmosphere
was calm, as was Satan.
    "Lucifer," his Father said. "You can call him by his
name, son."
    Michael stared at Him. He could still feel the anger vibrating through
him. Wrath? Impossible . Michael wasn't a sinner, but wrath was a sin.
How could he be afflicted with it?
    "Your brother tends to have that effect on those around him,"
He said, waving to the seat beside His throne, wordlessly telling Michael to
sit down.
    For the first time in his existence, the Archangel didn't obey right
away. "What's happening to me?"
    A soft, understanding smile greeted him. "Sit down, Michael."
    Michael didn't hesitate this time, taking the seat. Silently, his
attention drifted to the projecting image. Satan stared at Serah longingly, not
showing himself, but Michael knew Serah felt the same pull. He'd seen it in her
mind, the draw she felt toward the one in all black who consumed her thoughts
and visited her dreams. She longed for him, desired him, although she didn't
know why, the sort of craving Michael still felt when he looked into her eyes.
    Another sensation twisted Michael, vaguely like the anger, but more
focused. Concentrated.
    "Envy. Dare I say with a
dash of lust?"
    Seven deadly sins, and his Father was sensing almost half of them
emanating from him?
    "More than half," He chimed in calmly, reading Michael's
thoughts. "Gluttony, for you needlessly want to claim all of her for yourself,
and greed, because you don't want to share... and let's not forget pride,
because you believe you deserve her so much more than your brother does."
    Michael hung his head in shame. Six out of seven? All that was left was sloth.
    "Nobody can accuse you of being lazy, son." He reached over
and laid a hand on Michael's shoulder, the simple touch sending a wave of calm
through him. All at once Michael felt the resentment fade away, a sense of
peace settling