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WHO: Michael, Lucifer and Satan
WHAT: Dying time
WHEN: Thursday Evening
WHERE: A field in Lebanon, Kansas - the area of no-power
WARNINGS: Violence and Character Death WHOOHOOOO



The message had come as Michael was leaving work that evening. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and thumbed it unlocked. He browsed to the messages as he walked to his car, not looking where he was going and somehow not running into a thing.

When his inbox opened there was a text from Lucifer and the contents of it made his eyebrows meet his hairline. Lucifer wanted Michael to go to the middle of nowhere and fight. The chance of hurting anyone mortal was minimal, as was the chance that anyone would even see them. They could get their aggression out and Michael could make Lucifer pay for what he had done to Joseph van der Berg. Or at least it looked like that was what he was offering on paper.

Unable to keep his curiosity under wraps, Michael ducked into an alleyway and in an instant he was in a field on the outside of Lebanon, Kansas; exactly where Lucifer had told him to meet.

"Lucifer?" he called, wondering if it was just a ruse to get Michael out of the city.

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The bullet caught Michael where his shoulder met his neck. He let out a howl of pain and landed on the ground on his knees. He lifted his face to look at his brother, gritting his teeth.

It occurred to him now that this was a very dangerous situation and it wasn't going to end well for him. He had no sword and no wings. No wonder he felt so strange here. It wasn't the presence of Hell, it was this place. "Where are we?" Michael hissed through the pain, his hand clamped over the wound. "What is this place?"

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Grinning he went to kick Michael in the face. Mostly because he could, and it felt good to do so. Laughing he kept his gun trained on his brother. "Why brother, This is Lebanon, Kansas. Surely you read my text."

Chuckling he tilted his head. "Time and time I tell you, Michael crawl out of your rock. Michael, I say, get in touch with the world. And you ignore me." He shrugged, "Pride is your folly my dear brother. What this place is, I can't tell you. I don't know. It's unnatural. It makes me human."

He pointed the gun at Michael, "it makes

you

human. Makes us all disgustingly human. Nothing works here. And there is no going back to start after dying."

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Michael was unused to fear. He followed orders and did as he was told. He didn't set a foot out of line because he couldn't. Michael was what he was. An angel. A soldier.

If he didn't have that here in this horrible place, what did he have? He had been laid bare. Had his God abandoned him?

The kick to the face caught him in the jaw and sent him reeling sideways into the ground. He propped himself up on his hands again and spat dirt and blood onto the ground. When he looked up, he was staring into the barrel of a gun and his reaction was not angelic in the least. It was the closest to human he had ever been in his thousands of years of existence.

He shook and cowered as he said, "Lucifer, don't!"

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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.

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"Lucifer-" Satan had stepped forward, not even sure what he was about to say. Wait? Stop? This isn't what we're made for?

But the gun cut all of that short, and Satan stared as Michael's body slumped to the ground. His shirt was already turning black with blood. He might have been clinging to life, but it wasn't for long.

Satan forced his expression into his normal bored cruelty, but his eyes kept straying to Michael.

To Lucifer, he said, "Well, dear, do you feel better?"

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His eyes snapped to Satan's and he'd have shot him too if he hadn't tossed the gun aside. Surprisingly he didn't feel better. He just felt the same empty he always felt.

"Shut up," he made a motion to the nearby demons lurking nearby. "Bury him under the chapel." He glared at Satan, as if his counterpart was to blame. "Don't. They think me a joke. I will prove to them I am not."

"I hate this place." so he started to walk, to get as far away from this feeling as he possibly could.

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Satan fell into step beside him, staring up at the sky. It was bright blue with fluffy clouds floating leisurely across it, as if an archangel hadn't met his death just a few moments ago.

"You know, his pet Saints will find him eventually," Satan said, sliding his hands into his pockets and not looking at Lucifer.

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He glared to Satan, "Really, and who is going to tell them, hm?" This was his victory, hollow as it was, and he wouldn't let God's pets ruin it for him more then it already was.

"Because the GPS can't come here. They'll know he's dead, perhaps expect him to pop back up but he can't. They can't go running off to him. And if you plan to tell them Satan I will break your neck here and now and bury you for decades."

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Satan felt an unexpected viciousness well up in him, the kind that usually had him gutting minions over small infractions. He rounded on Lucifer, lips drawn back into a snarl.

"You can't possibly be arrogant enough to think we're the only people who know about this place. They'll work it out eventually. We aren't some footnote religion that no one would remember if it weren't for Wikipedia; if Michael is dead but not re-appearing, they'll draw their own conclusions. The wrong ones, at first, but one of them is going to figure it out."

Satan stepped closer, head cocking to the side in a distinctly snakelike motion. "Or maybe dear old Dad will tell them Himself. You're not the favorite child, after all."

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With a snarl he stepped forward to punch Satan. Because maybe violence would make him feel better, and taking things out on Satan is how he worked.

"Shut up! Who is to say He can see in this place? He's not been very open with things either way." Maybe he'd have to talk to Metatron too. The Voice would know before the rest of them. "Let them flounder! Let them guess! But if you give them a hint I'll make sure you won't come back until someone else takes your place."

He wished he could call his Hellfire. It felt too empty without it. With a snarl he pointed to where his minions were burying his brother. "He's right there. Go on and take him then, if you're considering doing anything."

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The punch cracked against Satan's jaw, and he stared at Lucifer in furious shock. That hurt. This mortality business was awful and Satan wanted no part of it. But more than that, he wanted to punch Lucifer back.

He dove at Lucifer, tackling him to the ground and raining down punches. "You want to threaten me, you prideful little fuck? I made you! You'd be nothing without me!"

Several feet away, the demons looked on discretely as the two Kings of Hell rolled around in the dirt, screaming.

I am DYING, because all I see is a slap fight tbh

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He had expected Satan to retaliate, but he hadn't expected it to hurt so damn much. Usually this didn't hurt as much. It was par the course. But he ignored most of the pain, and just fought back.

He hated all this aggression and emptiness, and it needed to get out.

He gave as good as he got, even though it ended in bruises and cuts along his skin. And usually they'd heal in an instant. This time, they stayed.

"YOU SUCK!" "NO U!"

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Once Lucifer got a hold of his hair, Satan gave into his serpentine instincts and started biting. Things went downhill from there.
By the time Satan kicked Lucifer hard enough that they both tumbled in opposite directions, both of them were bloody and bruised. Satan was reasonably sure that he was missing a tooth, and that said tooth was lodged somewhere in Lucifer's arm.

"You're an idiot," he panted in Lucifer's general direction.

AHAHAHAHAHA *DED*

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His everything hurt and he was spitting out blood. He definitely did not like this. If he'd had his gun, he'd have shot Satan in the face.

Mercifully, one of the demons had been smart enough to remove it from the ground and keep it away from the two Kings.

"And who made me?" He snarled at Satan, using the other's words against him. "If I'm an idiot, I'm no more a reflection of your failings." Hissing he drew himself up and wiped his hand over his bloody lips. "I

hate

this place."

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"We should have driven here," Satan mused, still staring up at the sky. He rolled over to spit out his own mouthful of blood and stared at the scrapes on his hand curiously.

"The border can't be much further away."