Quality time with family is always nice when on vacation

LOCATION a small cloaked city in south of France, a small house where they have been living the past months.
DATE 9th of August 2021
TIME late night
TOPIC FOR @Michael
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This town had been overrun by demons for too long, which was one of the reasons, why Michael and Eos had taken the job. It had been alright, if killing demons day and night was a passion of yours. Or well, to the two archangels it was a job where you didn't catch a break. Besides, she didn't have much more to live for than this. But it would soon come to an end, as they had almost rinsed the town of demonic creatures. Eos had just changed into some new and clean clothing, while washing the other in the sink, trying to get the blood strains form her shirt. "That was quite a lot huh? If we are just as good tomorrow, we will be back in Gaia before we know it," she chuckled a bit, leaving the shirt in the sink as she didn't seem to get a response from Michael. With a shift movement she put her hair up into a pony tale, didn't mind the blood stings in her hair for this moment, looking around. "Michael?" She asked out, looking where he had gone. Maybe he had went to take a shower, but no, he couldn't hear the water running. Before leaving the kitchen, she grabbed one of the knives in the knife-holder, and took a deeper breath in - you never really knew what was going on, did you? Eos therefor kept quiet. She wanted to make sure they were alone, that no one else was around. She entered the living room, looking around, not reaching to turn the lights on, she stopped for a moment and listened in. Trying to see if she could hear or see anyone, finally a sound made her breath out as she turned around and saw Michael. "You scared me for a second," she shook her head lightly for a moment before her eyes caught his. Something was wrong. "Michael?"

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He'd been lying to himself for too long, saying that the curse the demon had inflicted on his arm would disappear with time. Eos had asked about the wound the first time she saw it, and he’d dismissed her concern and covered it up ever since. He knew that they’d need to postpone their mission if she insisted on him to return to Heaven until it was healed, and he deemed that highly unnecessary. He was convinced it would be fought off, so he'd paid it no further attention. Yet it had only seemed to root itself deeper. Michael tightened his grip around the sink in the bathroom. The veins on his arm had grown darker, mimicking the black streak of the wound, and right now it was burning. He ran it under cold water but to no use. The heat spread like wildfire to the rest of his body. So fast that his temperature manipulation couldn't keep up.

He hadn’t felt like himself for days. He'd felt the darkness course through him, at night especially, and each time he'd told himself it would get better the next day. He had been cursed countless times before and fought his way back without asking for help, so why would he need to now? But today someone had given strength to the existing evil. They'd managed to get inside his head. He’d fought off similar attempts, but tonight it had been too strong. Every time he tried to fight it, he was weakened, and if he held back, the darkness only grew. And before he could even warn Eos, it would be too late.
He hadn’t heard her when she spoke the first time. But when she called out his name, it snapped something in him. He turned his head to the crack in the doorframe before he straightened his back and raked a hand through his hair. He grabbed his blade on the edge of the sink and walked into the dark hallway. He stopped in the door to the living room and looked at Eos, noticing the knife in her hand. “Maybe you should be.” It was a thought that wasn't meant to be said, but the words had come out in a low tone, so there was a chance that they'd gone unheard. He walked a few steps forward, looking from her to the windows. “I thought I heard someone outside,” he said, giving an explanation as to why they both had a weapon in hand. His voice presenting a much different tone than the prior. And for a moment, he was unsure of whether there had been noises outside that would indicate such a scenario. Because the voices in his head didn't seem to catch a break.

Maybe you should be. Eos pressed her brows slightly together, wondering what he meant with that. Was he trying to be funny? Maybe. It wasn't always easy to keep up with what kind of humor her siblings had at the moment, Remy and his slangs and Michael was just Michael. He walked a bit forward making her still look at him a bit confused, but just shook her head, she had no right to judge on that matter. Even if he did act weird. Trauma did make people act in different ways, she would know, but no one ever asked her - but she knew. Eos pressed her bros a bit further together then walked to the window, moving the curtain a little to the side to look outside, checking for potential danger. "If you mean the branch that keeps tabbing on the window, yeah we got a bad guy coming in," she shook her head in a tender chuckle and looked up to the top of the window where the heavy wind forced the branch to tab on the glass. But something was off, something that had been tingling in her fingertips ever since she had taken this trip with Michael. Everytime he was around, but she had assumed it had been caused by the many demons she had killed and been around lately. And clearly he was bothered by something, she wasn't a fool. But talking about your emotions and traumas, they had never really done that. She wouldn't even know where to start if they tried.

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He followed her movements to the window as she went to check on the noise. “No. I’m sure there’s someone out there.” The small distraction seemed to work, making a satisfied smirk appear on his lips. He approached her quietly as if he was to check the window himself. Instead, he just wanted to get closer to her. And before she could turn around, he forced her arms in a lock behind her back. Once they were secured he yanked the knife out of her hand, not caring if he hurt her in the process. Eos was a great fighter and a powerful archangel. But if there was one thing he’d always win at, it was strength. And perhaps he'd win due to something else as well - the part of her that presumably didn't want to hurt her brother. His hands felt warm against her skin and if she glanced to his arm, she'd see the black wound and the corruption that had spread from it. Looking much worse than the time she'd seen it.

He leaned closer to her ear while he looked outside at the dark trees. “Bad is relative. And so is murder. I mean, we do it all the time for reasons we believe to be good. But the action in itself is not.” He tightened his grip around her arms, making it agonizingly uncomfortable for her to make the slightest movement. So much that her bones were at chance of cracking. However, if she stayed still, the pain would stay at a minimum. “I am so tired of chasing bad. You and I, Eos. We aren't any better than most of the monsters we hunt. Nor is our father. He murdered almost every human being because he was disappointed in them. He could annihilate all evil, or I don't know, help us in the fight. But instead, he has assigned us to do all his dirty work. And for what?” The anger shone through in his voice and grip, before he finally loosened it, only to push her towards the leftmost wall. As she hit the wooden panels, he flipped the two knives in his hand. “But that’s over now.” He pointed the tip of one of the knives towards her. “I’m done with it,” he declared with a wider gesture. If anything, it was about time that he did so. Much had changed in the past centuries. And he couldn't just continue life as he'd done it.

She hadn't noticed where the treat came from till, he suddenly forced her arms in a lock behind her back. The shock made her hiss, and totally unprepared for defending herself before the knife was out of her hand, and she was unable to do much. "What the hell," she mumbled mostly to herself, tensing her jaw as she felt the pain tense up in her body. What the hell was he doing? Eos knew better than to try fight him, it would only cause more harm to her than she cared for. He was her big brother, he was the first archangel - but he hadn't spent even half the time in Hell as she had, and times work wonderfully different in Hell. She held herself still, rather observing the situation than act impulsively and end up making everything worse. She had felt with demons for an eternity, dark creatures and the worst of the worst - he own brother? She could handle him. But how she wished for a moment she had just stayed back in Gaia and had put more effort in catching up with Abdiel.

Eos looked down noticing the wound, the black wound. She had seen something like that before, not many times, but enough times to know it was a demonic force. Then he started rambling, like a villain wanting to give that last genius monologue before the big revival, but her face remained stoic while he spoke, not wanting to give him anything but dreadful silence even as it felt like her body was about to crack into tiny pieces within seconds if she so much as blinked. Still her body tensed up, wanting to fight but knew it was stupid to even try till she was free from his grip. There was a part of her who wanted to laugh by his words, remind him how it wasn't their choice to pick and choose what they liked to do. She had never had much of a choice, a life really, but he had, and he was just flashing how unfair everything was. The burning sensation of anger started to spark in her veins. Finally, he loosened his grip, but only to push her towards the wall. Eos quickly had her hands up to prevent herself from hitting the wall too hard. She spun around looking at him.

"Oh I'm sorry, has daddy been too hard on you lately? Suck it up," she replied a spitefully. For a moment she let the thought go that he was sick, he wasn't himself. But it didn't mean he didn't know what he was saying. He pointed the tip of one of the knives towards her, making her narrow her eyes a little bit. "You got to live a little at least, don't be such a bitch about it. Isn't that what you always said to me: Father only puts us on a path if he thinks we are strong enough to withstand it?" Eos licked her lips a little bit, keeping herself aware of his movements, there was no chance she was going to give him a chance of out matching her again.

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He could sense the anger in her almost as clear as his own. He supposed they were very similar when it came to that. Most of it was built up over a long period of time. From suppressed emotion. They never got much of a chance to process them before something new and important demanded their attention. And they always had to prioritize others before themselves, so it was no wonder that it came out whenever an opportunity presented itself.
A wicked smile spread on his lips at her first comment. Oh, this was going to be fun. She even said a bad word. Michael couldn't let a word like that roll of his tongue so easily as she had, even despite the darkness controlling him. But with time it might. “That does sound an awful lot like me,” he said slowly, remembering how his father had told him those exact words after he'd returned from war and had to be treated for PTSD. What else should he have said? He needed his commander to get back to the front lines as quickly as possible, to continue fighting for his cause, and not be put on hold due to anything. Ah yes, it had made him strong. But it hadn’t been without consequence. And for so long he’d believed it was the path he was meant for. That he could never do something else. But he was of a different belief now. If anything, he felt that this power served as an eye-opener. An epiphany much like the apple in paradise.

“That’s my point, Eos. Those few times was when I was at my happiest.” He took a step forward. It wasn't a complete lie. But he’d always been very settled with his job, knowing that he was helping others and serving something far greater than himself. And that to him had always been worth it. It was the only happiness he'd needed. But now he wanted a taste of what life was like without all the rules and restrictions. For once, he wanted to pursue his own goals. Not his father's. “Heaven doesn’t need me anymore. And humanity isn’t worth my time. They’re lost. The number of believers keeps declining. And it seems that God has long since given up on them.” Another step. He could tell she watched his movements closely, but for now, he was all talk. He'd only hurt her if she started a fight or tried to stop him. “Don't you want to live a little, sister?”

Eos took a sharper breath in, trying the best to stand her ground, but truth to be told she had always been on rocky ground. He took a step forward, making her lift her chin a little, keeping her eyes locked with his, scanning every single movement he made. Eos didn't know much happiness, the happiest she had been was before Lucifer had started the war in Heavens, when she had been close to Abdiel, but even then, just before she could have confessed her love to Abdiel, Lucifer had ruined it and she had been pulled away from the person she loved without in all these years having been able to speak about it. She had forgotten how love felt like in all those years, they had hardened her in ways no one else could begin to imagine. Eos had been happy seeing her brothers again, getting to spend time with them, despite the dirty work that needed to be done and her guilt for not being able to help them enough. But here he was throwing the towel, giving up? "No," she spoke looking at him. "We don't get to do that. You don't get to do that. You told me that, so what? Your pride is a little bit hurt and now you want to throw the towel? Aren't we supposed to be the superiors? You taught me that we don't stand down, we don't stop fighting for what is right - if we stop we will be the ones who are lost," she took a deeper breath in. Wanting to live a little, she wouldn't even know where to start or what to do. Eos had never lived life outside of the Gates or outside Heaven, and the time she had spend here on Earth had been work. She didn't know who she was if she wasn't cleaning up her brothers messes or her father's for that matter. "You are not well brother, maybe you should go get some rest. We can discuss this tomorrow," she looked up and down at him, keeping her voice steady, trying not to seem too influenced by the words he had spoken.

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