His sense of humour is not what Michael is most known for.

Lucifer has his full attention now. The wings at each side of his head flick, momentarily indignant that this god would make a claim to his brother. Lucifer could only have known him for the few months he was here. Michael has known Gabriel for millennia, for countless eons long before Abraxas.

But. But.

Another hidden, ancient corner of his memory? He has faced more than one revelation today. Being brought forth from the same source would explain the oddly familiar resonance of his fellow Summoned-god.

Michael's attitude shifts from offended to veiled curiosity, and he rises from the sand. He doesn't approach but he stretches out his neck, focuses his perception on Lucifer. If he looks close enough, maybe Lucifer's nature will reveal something to him. He observes in silence. One moment, then another.

Nothing comes to him. Michael pulls back.

"Our brother," he repeats, slow and questioning, not the solid confirmation Lucifer might be hoping for. As if saying the words might help him understand (but it doesn't).

"How?"

It's several questions bundled up in the same coat. Since when? By what meaning? Do you even know about the rest of his family, his Father?