The sound of nearing footsteps made Michael immediately open his eyes,
What he then saw before him, made his body stiff and paralyzed,
It was Lucifer, himself, the first to turn against,
A cocky grin and prideful expression, was embeaded on his face.
Michael gritted his teeth as he quickly demanded why he was there,
Lucifer only laughed, until he stopped and give him a cold threatening stare.
He rattled the iron bars, and told Michael how much of a pain he was,
"If you don't care about your comrades dying, then let's see how you'd react with the humans,"
Michael widened his eyes, but his sadness quickly turned to anger,
He rattled his bars and yelled, "Lucifer! This is way too far!"
His eyes were far from the gentle and forgiving chief,
His stare was now cold, threatening, although weak.
Lucifer felt no fear however, and instead laughed in mockery,
"You're in my command, little angel, don't you dare try me,"
"You will pay for this! You will one day have your prize!"
"Ah, how funny! But in my camp, now the strongest angel lies.
Call it as God's plan or whatever, you're still here no matter what,
So if I were you, I'd stop being a cocky little brat.
You're so full of yourself as well, Michael,
Thinking that you're higher than us, devils.
Well, what do you think, huh? I'm above you now,
I should have at least, get your round of applause,"
"Why would I follow you? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"No, but if you keep denying, then, in no time you'd be dead meat,
You are in a point of no return, Michael, how funny you're still persistent,
You've failed and your comrades left you, even that much is evident.
Besides...I have something to ask,
I may not promise though, that it'd be my last,
Michael, don't you get tired of following God blindly with everything he has to say?"
"And Lucifer, don't you get tired of the delusion that you'd be stronger than Him one day?"
Michael's quick reply earned the gasps of the few demons behind Lucifer,
As the prideful demon was quick to react in anger,
He opened the cage quickly and kicked Michael in his stomach,
"Huh? Are you offended, of the truth in my comeback?"
Even though hurt, Michael remained loyal,
And that pissed of the demon in denial.
He kept kicking and punching the angel until he is satisfied,
Until Satan intervened, as it was not in his plans.
"Lucifer! Calm yourself! You're better than this! He's just fooling around!"
"Quiet down Satan! I'm the boss here around!"
His words were no use however, and he kept punching Michael,
Satan quickly felt angry, and even those around him could tell.
They backed away, in fear of being involved in the dispute,
As Satan beheld a snake, that quickly turned into a sword, embeaded with red and blues.
The sword shimmered with jades and emeralds,
But more so it could cut even with one touch.
Satan had had enough, he knew Lucifer needa him badly,
He is half of Lucifer, so he shouldn't be ignored so boldly.
He cuts the end of Lucifer's cape to give him a warning,
As Lucifer turned around, shock, "How dare you do this to me?!"
With the two strongest demons about to fight,
Michael was saved from the day he was to die,
Satan knew that the angel was more useful as an allie,
So killing him just like that would have ruined his plans as final.
Lucifer quickly made daggers, the poisonous kind,
It glowed in a manner, that could confuse the mind,
Satan needs not to see, to know where Lucifer was,
His pride and childishness, makes him weak even with that.
Lucifer may have had more power,
But Satan knew his better.
He closes his eyes and lets the noise Lucifer makes, guide him of where he is at,
As Lucifer shout in great hatred and annoyance.
Such commotion was quick to reach the other main devils,
Asmodeus quickly left Sellena, to do his own service,
Belphegor slept, and didn't bother trying with the two hard-headed demons,
As Beelzebub stopped eating, as he runs there, hoping to be faster.
Leviathan smiles inside, as he watch the fight start,
He hoped someone would at least die, so he can climb up ranks.
Asmodeus couldn't take the fight, as he was afraid of what would happen to Satan,
So he looked at the demon beside him, "Why didn't you stop them, Leviathan?"
"I don't have a death wish, Ashmedai,
Tsk, you go ahead, if you want to die,"
"You should have at least talk some sense into them!
Look! They're fighting like little children!"
"Hah, you're the one to say,
You go ahead, if the fight you can break,"
The onyx eyed demon then released his chains,
As he to both men, those iron quickly aimed.
So focused at each other, they were surprised someone dared intervene,
But after being restrained, realized how childish they have been.
Lucifer, quickly looked at Michael and began to blame,
"You planned this all, didn't you?" In his eyes were unwatered flames.
Michael laughed, "You never admit your faults,
And you what? Plan to rule the world?
You're not as perfect as you think you are,
From God I think you're so much far.
You're not even a speck of His power,
Your mind, your spirit, you're just another loser.
And Satan, though smart you don't know any better,
You're both deluded, you won't win together,"
Satan aimed him the sword that cleanly cut his lower hair,
That stunned Michael, as they locked into an intense stare.
"Don't and never, talk to me in such manner ever again,"
"Why? You have no identity of you're own since you're one and the same.
You're nothing but a shell of your old self, Satan,
Your whole essence now, is just borrowed from Lucifer's mind,
You are not what you think you are,
You are just as manipulated as the people you strayed afar,"
Satan quickly stabbed Michael's left leg which quickly earned him a few whimpers,
And bright light then escaped from his limb, though Satan was still angered,
He deepened the stab but Michael did not falter,
"See? You're affected, you're not strong-willed either,"
"You...brat of an angel! You will pay for that!
Even if you won't come to the fight yourself, I will drag you up!
I will make you watch as your precious humans slaughter each other,
I will make you cry, until you had had enough!
F*ck you and your principles, you are all morons!
Toxic positivity, and so is your mission!
You will fail, because this isn't a fairytale!
All were given the same advantage,
Both can either win or fail!
So don't look at me as if you're any better than I am,
Manipulated? Deluded? Hah, you should look at yourself.
The angel that follows every word that Lord of yours says,
You're the one that's living in hell.
Your purpose of living is just to serve that 'thing',
Without him, look ay you, you're pathetic, you stink...
You're nothing but dirt, you're nothing but waste,
So don't you think you should at least respect me now? In any way?"
Lucifer laughs as he sees the panic in the angel's eyes,
"Ah, look at you Michael, I was quite surprised,
You're shivering, I guess even you are afraid of the black star, Death?
I mean, look at your pitiful self.
You're shaking, covered in sweat,
You look like Satan have already stopped your breath,"
Satan knocks the angel's head on the wall,
As ungraciously, he took a bad fall,
The demons around him mocked his defeat,
But Asmodeus thinking of Lluming, felt concern within.
His gentle expression gave Leviathan suspicion,
He whispers to another demon, to see his face,
to confirm his assumption,
Astaroth saw and didn't like the way he looked,
He seemed to be pitying Michael, even after what the angel took.
Michael had had enough being a punching bag,
And though his actions could pay him twice back,
He punched Satan, and kicked him as well,
While Lucifer was way too shocked, of how Satan quickly fell.
Michael's eyes turned perfect red,
As half of his light was already dead,
Yet after he saw the reaction of those around him,
He quickly lowered his head, as his vision dimmed.
Satan knew better and left him be,
As Lucifer commanded Michael be able to see-
The fight that's about to happen, regardless of his decision,
"Let that Michael taste, the hell I made for him,
with passion,"
Michael held his face, as he felt pain all over,
He was lost, he was in despair, had no idea how to get up any longer.
Without contact with God, he felt hopeless in his case,
His knees trembled, as his heart was set ablazed.
He finally understood Lluming, of why he went on his own,
The hatred in his heart, if only he had known.
Now, was the chief's limit, as he felt like he was nothing but a pebble,
Is this what humans feel? When they're stuck on a rubble?
When they feel like everything just keeps getting worse?
Today, was Michael's first.
It was his first day of feeling this down and worthless,
And he'd feel more so, when he watch the humans fight amongst themselves.
He cried that time, looking at his hands,
What is he? What should he do? Without God's command?
Satan was right, he is worthless without obeying orders,
He felt empty, as everything around him looked even darker.