Speaking in his true voice, Michael glanced at the side. "I gave you a simple order, Raphael: Stop Lucifer from altering the ecosystem of this place." The light on his palm made the shadows of disappointment on his face sharper. "Look at what both of you had done."
Lucifer wanted to snort, considering what his own Sword was starting to do more damage to the ecosystem of the whole world than their petty fight. Taking into account that Michael's sword was still on sight, Lucifer made his own cold lightning one appear from thin air, the one given to him in the same moment Father gave Michael his own.
His brother tore his eyes away from their sister to look at him.
"Where is Aaron, Michael," Lucifer said with more control than he thought his voice would have.
A light frown creased between Michael's eyebrows, it smoothed when the realization hit.
