[ He hit an extremely large nerve. The world was this way because of him and Lucifer and because he could not strike him down. There was a very large difference between banishing his brother from Heaven as punishment and ending his life. Man had another life to live after their death. Angels did not. The end was the end was the end and he just... he...

Because Lucifer was not a liar. He was an Angel, he could not lie. Angel's did not lie but that didn't matter. What mattered was obedience and faith. This was his brother. Second born after he. His little idiot and foolish brother who was always so smart and so bright and so vibrant and full of life and love. Thousands of years later he still sees that face, that little brother. He saw it then on the field and it brought him such an overwhelming pain.

And that was the end of it. He put down his sword and the veil between heaven and hell disappeared. Their bodies faded in to Earth and here they were. No place to be damned to. No place to rise to. Was God dead? Was this merely punishment? He didn't know. He knew wrath, though. Strong in his gut. ]

What bliss it must be to never be at a dilemma. I have no need to indulge you in matters of my family. This conversation ends now.

[ and thus his wings curl back up and he looks again no more than an average man. ]