Michael allowed himself a thin smile.<br/><br/>"You've forgotten, haven't you brother? How stridently you argued with the Nameless One about my nature. I suppose it was a minor thing for you, the favored son, to ensure your lesser stayed your lesser. A days business. But it defined my nature brother. I remember.<em>Let the Marshall of the Host be equal to his task, and the sword only as strong as Light's foes.</em><br/><br/>It was your design brother. I should have seen your greed then. You wanted me an irrelevant relic, some chained creature, a memorial to the Nameless One's caution and nothing more. And for eons you have had your way. But I feel it brother. I felt it since the moment you thrust yourself inside your mewling little harlot."<br/><br/>He looked down at gauntlet clad hands, almost in awe. "No wonder your arrogance knows no limit. If I had felt like this since the dawn of Creation, perhaps I would share it."<br/><br/>Michael tightened his grip on his sword, muscles tense, wings arched in anticipation. He lets out a furious warcry, bringing the flaming blade down in a long arc toward his fallen brother.