"Michael," the man answered, in response to the unspoken question. "And yes, he should."
Chloe took out her notepad. "And the message?"
There was a long moment when Michael didn't speak. He just blinked twice. It was a languid gesture, bird-like, and the otherwise only movement made as he stood in an almost unnatural stillness. He was looking at her with an acute intensity, but for some reason it didn't really seem he was seeing her at all.
Then, abruptly, he closed his eyes.
"Tell him —" he paused. The eyes flicked open, dark and quiet, and for some abstract reason, despite his expression not having changed at all, very tired. "Tell him to be wary of Gabriel for me."
He didn't offer anything else. Chloe's pen hovered over her notepad, suddenly a hundred percent sure that this wasn't a date-call for one of Lucifer's favours.
(Michael is in Los Angelos trying to stop a minor apocalypse; Gabriel is in town trying to kickstart a major one. Eons since Lucifer has last seen either of the twins, and it seems more's changed than stayed the same.)
"Archangels are fierce. They´re absolute. Heaven´s more terrifying weapon."
Of that Gabriel are sure, but he can only dispair as the world around him forgets about this truth.
Only Father knows why he allows his children to fade into shadows of what should had been at the beegining of time, of what they were allways meant to be.
But, he is sick of it. Sick of the war, sick of this void, sick of lossing more and more of their own to MIchael´s selfish wimps! He is also tired. Very tired.
He only wants to go home, to have Father back...
To have his twin back.
But to that, he needs to win this for once and all. There is only an option.
He who rebeled, he who falled, he who was once the most loved one for their creator:
With his brother at his side the war would be over.
Uriel turned towards him, wide eyed and guilty, but still with the usual hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Father has a gift for you, Michael.”
“I think I’ve had quite enough of his gifts,” Michael murmured.