Third Person POV:

And out came dusk, alerting the Devil that the time had come.

" Why do I have to do this again?" He looked at the unconscious body, dissatisfaction walloping his face.

He watched as the lights dimmed down as the thoughts quieted their clamors and noises.

" Begin the Wake."

Thunder claps clouded the skies with cumulonimbus fluffs,

Lucifer and Micheal, although nowhere near each other, looked at the sky.

Both knew something was up.

But Lucifer didn't know what.

" Rule 5: You die, you die." Micheal mumbled with a smile on his face, almost....... happy.

He looked at the mirror, trying his best not to grin at the fact he was gonna die.

" Lucifer Feall. Finally, have the guts?" Micheal picked the necklace out of his neck and kissed it, feeling it colder than ever.

Like an icicle that was going to shatter.

Lucifer didn't feel right. He suddenly stopped the punch he threw at the wall, already half up-to the ashen cement, blood stains all over.

Lucifer shuddered as he felt a icy chill run up his spine.

He squinted his eyes and squirmed around a moment until the feeling went away and conjured a spell again.

" M̶̛͊̔͗̍͑̿͗́̅̽̈̊̀̇̓̑̒̍̐̆̉̎̆̈́̿͗͗̍͒̓̈́̀̂̽̂̓̑̅̅̕̕͘͘͜͝͠͝͝e̴̞͒͛̓̒̓̃́̾̒͗͋̀͛̑̑́͌̂͊͆̓̇̇̅̈́̅͊̉̑̾̈́̃͆̿̀͋̅̔̉̃͑͛̊͝͠͠n̸̡͚̙̘̣̦͕̘̹̠̱̳̫̦͚͙̖̜̱͌́̓̑́̏̀̿̒̍̈́̄̑̐̍͛̆͛̈́̄͂̿̉͋̀̀̊̾̀̈̅̔̇̆̈͆͊̐̾̊̎͐̋̆̐̾̆́̂͘̕͜͝͠͝͝ḑ̵̖̬͚̻̜͎͉͇̬̯̞̥͕̦̬̮͙̼̯͈͎̲̥͍̺̘̝͇̺͍͖͓̣̘̘͓̫̙͎̠͓̫̣͒̂́̋́̾́̊͑̀͝͠ͅ , Saku "

Sparks crackling around his arm, as Wing made its way out his hood and slithered up his arm in a wave like manner, covering as he stretched and relaxed his body.

When Lucifer was done, he had spent little to no effort fixing his bloody knuckles.

" Time to f*ck that bastard up."

Lightning pinpointed itself in front of their house right as Micheal closed the door, as silent as possible.

" Hey there." He said to the Demon in front of him.

The Lucifer lookalike, was devoid of emotions now, that his father had ripped it out, like someone severing a bond.

One of those soulless eyes was bloodshot, signalling the torture his body went through for it to be Micheal-compatible.

Intense morphing, signalled by its nerves almost blistering out, but as thick as an infant's bone. Muscles that wrestlers would drool over and in one hand, he had his weapon.

His hand. No, his hand was the weapon.

But it wasn't possessed. It wasn't free.

Lucifer the second just wanted to love, if that's what he wanted to  call it.

" I assume you're here to nullify me?" No response.

" Made him mindless, brother?" The abomination grunted with rage.

Micheal just laughed. He extended his arm out. And soon after he had done that, the sound of ice shattering was accompanied by a sizzle on his hands.

Frost began to form on his hand, making it's way outwards like an icicle, just like his crystal.

" Here's a joke" The ice started to crack under the intense heat of the fire that was breaking it simultaneously, making a mistake cover his lower half.

" Does Michael die without a fight?" The ice broke.

" No way in hell!" The fragments liquefied and fell as steaming metal droplets into the funeral as the former archangel arced the sword in a smooth curve with slight usage of effort as always.

" H̵̢̛͉̜͈̱̘̍̾͑̈́̀̃̊̈́̈́̆̃̈̓́̏͛̀́̊̒̔̀̈́͛́̿̾̔̀̏͂̈́͋̕͝a̷̧̢̡̡̨̢̡̧̤͇̠͇͓̬̜̱͈̹̤͍͔̺̬̬̱̜̦̦̺͕̥̲̟̱̰̮͖̱̞̪̺̭̲̖͎̠͖͇̟̘̱͉̙̯̫̪͖̬̤̤̝̱̱̼̻̰̬̙̫̪͔̣͕̙̼̝̲͇̥̗̮͎̱̫̻̝̹̜̤͔̼̗̞̻̪̯̯̦̠̟̣̱̣̟͖͈̜̝͙̯̺̻̣̱̽̓͛̂̓̐̋͋̚͘͘͜͜͜ͅǰ̴̧̡̨̨̧̨̢̨̨̨̨̨̧̧̛̛̛̛̗̼̙̦̠̥̤̠̩̬͚̩̜͔̥̟̯̟̺̖̪̗͔̳͎͎͓̙͙̠̩̜͔̟͍͍̳̟̗̪̤̠͕͚͉̫̠̳̭̩̱͉̪͚͎̖̲̟̰͓̩̰̖͓͖͈̖̮̩̜̜̤̦̩̩͙̯̯͇͔͚̠̟̤̫̼͓͉̠̱͓̳̮͍͙͙̥̝̯̯͖̼̞͖̝̱͈̤̟̭̯̫͍̝̣̣̲̗̄̈̋̀̏̈̊͌̉̓̽̃̆̾̊͑̈́̈́̅̑̀̏̀̿̌͐̋͆̈͆̆̌͛͋͛̊̍̎͗͐̃̀͂͒͋̂̀̊̿͌̀̓̓̏͑̊͊́̀̈̈́̑͒̑͗̀͊̊̀͊͑̆͐͊̇̈́͗̿̍̂̅͊̀̓̓͑́́́̈́̾̾̿̃̽̏̐̀̎̃͑̐̍͊̀̕̚̚͘̚̚͘͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅi̷̢̧̧̢̢̧̛͈̘̻͉̞͓̬̠͓͔̫̞̳̼̤̥̗̙̥̭͈̺̠̮̪͈̟̥͇̮̗̻̻̲͔̳͇̜̠͎͉̠̖̗͖̼̼̬̬͖̰̩̜̣̗͇̣͍͓͉̻̤̣̫͙͓̩̱̼̟̖͔͖͚̠̬̳̳̳̩̹̫̥̎͒͗̈͗́̔͆͒̾͑́͌̍́̀͛̏́͌̎̿̔̍̓̊̏͒̑̏͌͂̒̌͊̐͛̃̉̀̒̎̀̒͌͒̏̆̌̆̃́̓̓̽̇̔͒̀̉̀̑͆̃́̈̄̐͌̈̿͑̎̈́̆̓̀͌̾̄̆̔͊͋̀̅̓̉̎̑̐͒̋͆̚̚̚̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅm̷̡̧̢̧̨̧̢̡̡̢̧̧̨̨̢̛̜̳̬̯͔̹̟͉̙̺̯̭̼͈̙̖̝͇͕͉͚̪͇̙͙̪̖̰̬̜̘̜̻͇͚̪͍̩̱̺̱̘̯̳̞̱͚̱̘̬͓̻̹̩͉̠̼̩̟̲̭̞͓̞̃̋̑̓̑̐̃̓̿̓̋͐͑͗͊̾̚͘͜͜͜͝ͅͅȩ̷̢̢̨̧̨̨̡̨̨̨̨͙̰̳̻̫͕͚̤̻̣̭͉̲̜͍̥͍̟͉̙̤̤͔͇͎͇̲̳͚͈̠̖̲͚̱͖̜̙̤͖͔͍͓͓̝̤͓̭̞̻͙̝̻̳͚͈̝̬͈̝͔̩̪̱̱̮̘̫̬͈̲̻̩̲̣͇̼̮͈̹̼̘͊̒̇͑̄̇̎̽͗͂͆͒̍̓̈́͛͘͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅͅŕ̶̢̡̢̢̢̧̨̧̨̧̡̨̧̰͕̞̹͇̜͙̳̳̪̖̺̰̱̰̥͍͙̙̺̰̭̗̟͉̺̯̼̟͍̳͎͍̯̼̞̗̦̦̘̲̹̩̼͓͈̼̝̙̱̠̦̙͓͍̣̙̘͈͍͙̝͍̥̠͕̙̤̥̥͎̥͇̗̼͚̙̫̗͉̳͓̫̪̘̰̰̥̫̟̲̱̯͕̬̱͇̜̥̗̠̣̞̥̩̼̯͇̠͚̱̞͙̜͚̺̗̦͖̻̩̱̞͕̥̫̲͈͓̀̀͜͜ͅͅų̸̨̡̢̡̢̧̢̛͎̬̖̳̱͇̝̹̖͕̗͓̙̦͇̩̬̪̯̠͔̬̟̞̤̠̯̯̰̱̹̟̝̱̬̝̱͉͎̳̬͙͔̘̲̤̲̳͍͉̖̮̜̙͈̦̳̬̜͈̦̙̻̘̣̘̤̫͕̯̳̥̠̩͍̯͇̜͙̲̲͍̟͉͖̋̓͂͋̑̔̆̍͆̈́̊̍̓̐̒̎͂͗͒̅́̄̂͌̅͗̉͂̀̒̆̽̉͑̏͑̔̂̃͌̿͋̍̽̄̆͒́̐͘͘͘͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̧̡̨̨̧̧̡̧̧̢̢̢̨̛̛̛̛̬̞͉̖̝̣̳͚̪̻̮̯͎͙̭̘̘̩̣̣͍͖̱̯͈͎̝̳̮͎̰̪̹̝̳̘͕̬̣͖̮̱̞̺̳͉̰͇̹̳̘̻̭͙̖̜͇̼̖̺̞̬̬͈͍͎͕̠̭͔͍͔̩͇͔̯͇̝͎̥̺̟̥̜͖̫̭͈̩̲̣͚͎̻̖̠͉͙̪͉̰̗͙̗̭͚͎̼͉̜̲̪̹͌͑͂̋͂͊͂̿̽̀̌̽̿̑̑̉͌͒̽́̊̃͊̉̎́̈̃̿̄̍͒͌͂̿̓̉̌̆̎͛̓̿͂̈̃͌̀́̌́͑͑͌̅͐̈́̍͌̍̅̋̾̈͒̆́́̍̏͒̎̽̆̎̆́̈́̓̈́̔͛̋͗̈́̍̆̔͗͛̐̓͒͊͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅḵ̶̢̧̛͇͉͙̹͈̮͇̖̠͙̞̗̰͍̟͔̥̘̪̮͛̓̾̊̆͛͌̈́͐͊̔̈́̿͌̑̽̈́̒̓͛̀̇̈́̀̎̈́̽̉̀̅͆͒̃̇͐̓͋̓͆͒̐̈́̃͛̀̅̎̓̄̀̾̎̅̇̅͋̄͋͗̒̃̽̏̎̐̉͒̒̈́̓̄̏̿͘̕͘̚͠͠͠͝͠͝͝ͅą̸̡̧̡̨̢̢̨̢̧̧̡̢̡̛̪͚̬̤͉̖̖̖̭͈͎̳̪̹̠̫̥̜͇̺̬̝̣̗̠͇̭͈̭̗̘̹͚̼͕͕̮̺̜͎̼̯̩̖̱̖̺̭͙͓̞̱̳̭͚͙̱̩͖̘͇̜̜̯̤͎̞͔͎͎̻̳̤̰̰̜̗͎͖̥͈̻̰͈͓͓̹̟̠̫̰̼̹̺̪̽̊̏̍́͗̈́̈́̉͊̀͑̓̿͒͜͜͜͜͜ͅͅͅͅͅ?̵̛̛̛͙̘̘̹̤͈̫͛̓̓͊̀̇͊̿̈̀̐̉̈̇͐͆͊̓͊̒̿̑̉̔͐̌͌̈̄͂̃͐̑͌̈́̑̔̈́́̑̊͋̾̈̐͐̃̈́̽̍̌͋̉͊̈́̏̅̔͊͒̆͒̐̏͊͋́͒͋̽̆̅͗͋͊̔͗͗͊̊͒̓̅͌̏͛̓̂̽̏͆̒̓͒͋̓́̓́̎̍̿͒͊̊̃̾̃̐̋͒͗̅̀̊̏̽̂̾̒́͑̈́͑̉̚̕̕̚͘̚̚͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅ ̶̡̡̢̨̡̨̡̧̛͕̟̣̖̻̟̰̫͖̮͚͖̺̻͍͓͎̰̖͈̪̦̼͚͍͎͙̳͚̗͔̞̺̘̩̰͖̙͚͙̞̭̻̤̲͕̹͖̟̗͚̱̳̜̲͎͙̗̱̠̰̜̳̹͎̮̮̝͉̩͔͇͓͕͍͕̹̰͔̥̳̩̻̖̖͇̼̲̥͒̈́́̋̒͂̾̍͑͑͛̏̏̈́̚͘͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅ "

( Translating to "Shall we begin?" in Japanese.)

The Demon didn't move.

Micheal closed in, one sword on his shoulder and the other dancing to the sound of the birds that knew well enough to give them a good enough hymn.

" Begin!" He started to take a quick jab to the center of it's eye but froze.

" Damn. Still playing by the rules. You sly fox..."

Rule 0: For a dispute to be quelled, consent from all intelligent-parties is mandatory

Micheal bit the sword on his right arm as he closed his palms.

Sorry birds, but you gotta sing another day...

(Honestly, I'm glad you took over.)

The monster tensed, squatting down as the host's body buckle under pressure and so did the ground.

With a quick pacing, the earth beneath him funnelled into a meaningless struggle as it was thrown away at the speed at which the thing zoomed away.

It collided with a powerful tackle as Micheal countered it with stabbing both if his swords being crossed as it sliced over the sides of his neck.

After a moment of silence, both combatants leaped back to their positions.

Another moment. This time, to acknowledge each others powers. An appraisal, even of the opponent's powers.

Michael felt the pressure that had been there for a split second.

The muscles of the boy seemed to inflate for a fraction of a moment and deflate the next, making for a huge impulse.

They clashed again. This time, the monstrosity conjuring up a dark spike hammer of sorts and slamming it on the blade.

And when it cracked, it forged a bigger weapon. And changed the speed of contact drastically.

Micheal was actually having fun, rather than the other time, since now he knew what the creator of this creature had in mind.

It was a puppet. Made for the sole purpose of putting him out of commission.

The tempo to which it attacked changed courses when the figure of the Demon changed.

It shrunk in size within a small amount of time and coiled itself around Micheal who was taken off guard as it threw him into his home, before sending a spell on its way.

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And came towards him, a few dozen volley of rocks and boulders that came crashing down as it stated to collapse his house on Micheal.

And did anyone mention it also had the trees the poor birds were on? No? Well now ya know!

The beings faded into ashes as a few broken trees went well out of its way to impale Micheal.

" Sh*t" Micheal worded his first curse after a few years as he felt intense pain piercing his chest as the barks of the trees had already switched into needles the size of fingers, digging into his body.

He looked surprised.

" Did I just forget I'm powerless? Oh boy..." He sighed, as his body heaved in pain.

He struggled to get up, as the now-lean monster closed in.

With one last attempt, as he felt his energy draining, he withered the greenery around him.

A blast of darkness, covered with flames erupted all around him, as he felt the last of his powers leave him.

" That wasn't much of a fight...was it?" Micheal wondered in dismay as the monster looked only moderately fazed.

The Angel dropped his disintegrating weapon as he spread his arms wide, happy to get death.

It materialised a broadsword, a bit big for his size as the one who looked like Lucifer raised his sword.

But the two never noticed the shadows looming right overhead.

And when it pierced it's way to Micheal, there was a clang.

A loud clang...

The Angel opened his eyes, to the biggest let down of his recent century.

" Yo." Lucifer greeted both the combatants.

" OH GODDAMMIT LUCIFER!" Micheal lost his temper.

The other one just stood there, confused as all hell.

But Lucifer took this to his advantage and collapsed Micheal's palms and closed the Plane.

" It isn't closed? How did he get in?" Micheal immediately run the thought in his head, also trying to break free of Lucifer's grip.

" You're not dying on my watch."

" I WANNA DIE!!!"

But he ignored the plea and took his stance as the doppelganger regained it's conscience.

" Things are gonna be interesting." He grinned at his old body which was odd enough.

He opened his plane as he snapped his fingers.

" Saku "