"What?"
Lucifer's octave didn't rise the slightest when questioning Gabriel.
Narrowing his gaze, he slowly inches himself closer to Gabriel, until the tips of nostrils were inches from kissing.
"Gabriel, Gabriel Gabriel… you know better than to challenge, I, your brother."
Hmph!
"Talk is cheap, brother. For the good of the world, I shall apprehend you, foil your hand and ensure you don't get whatever it is you're looking for."
Gabriel swung his magnificent sword righteously, but Lucifer slowly rolled up his sleeves and brought out a dark blade of his own that emitted black and purple aura.
They say twins think alike, and they wouldn't be wrong to say he and his brother always loved the same weapon types.
Alas, who could have known that their fates would be so different?
"Alright, I do agree to a battle, since you're itching for a fight. But answer me this, brother… How did you know?"
