There was this pause in the air. This quiet calm, and a flicker of doubt and guilt in Lucifer's eyes. But then he straightened and leveled the gun at his brother's forehead.

"Now you know how I felt." And then he fired the gun, the blast sounding far louder then it had any right to be.

Eons ago, he'd pleaded with his brother like this. Begged him not to. Begged him to reconsider. Michael had still pushed him out of the gates, and into the nothingness that he now inhabited.