Chapter 6: Michaels tears

'Alright luci you got this..don't mess this up alright..'

After a few scrubs and rinses with good ol' soap I got ready to make my way to her study.

Sitting in the center of the manor was a larger than average wooden, with hooped handles made of pure silver.

Plated with what looked like pure gold engravings trailing along its edges. Centered in it was a large coat of arms, a symbol of a blond haired man wielding a sword make of stars , on his back were 4 large white wings each in perfect symmetry as in his left hand was what appeared to be a ball of pure light.

The symbol representing the Astéri family translates to star, in this case the male angel wielding the cosmos is to represent the founder of the Astéri royal family's founder who was said to have been blessed by the angels and given the ability to wield the power of the sun.

However as the years passed since their founding their ability had dissipated, leaving only their immense potential for magic and swordsmanship.

'That's of course until Michael was born..I mean for gods sake the man was named after the chief Angel of Christianity..I think?..how do I remember these things..'

That was also one of the reasons why Lucifer's birth was so controversial, being half demon his relationship with the royal family was like witnessing your mother sleep with your mortal enemy and bearing his children.

Many citizens felt betrayed and even lost faith in the matriarchy, another major problem that was eventually solved by the protagonist after she ascended to becoming the new queen.

Oh, that was probably a spoiler, well no matter.

'It's got nothing to do with me anyways..now that I think about it the whole storyline just seems like a basic wish fulfillment story..I mean even if Lucifer was a hidden capture target, wouldn't she face the same problem as the previous queen who married an incubus?'

"Lucifer, why are you standing there."

"Huh?"

The sudden interruption led to me facing the voice of who chimed in, standing before me being my own half brother, Michael, his sudden appearance along with the rather awkward relationship between us made this all the more concerning.

"M-Michael? What are you doing here.."

His sudden change in demeanor was uncanny as I witnessed the previous tame and docile holy child shift into a mood that expressed utter disgust, his disdain for me was plain to see as his pure white garbs reflected the refined and noble aspirations of his bloodline.

"Do I need a reason to visit my own mother? Not that a filthy lowborn such as yourself be capable of understanding such a simple act, you cretin would mate with even pigs if you had to.."

His steps were eerie and relaxed as he made his way over to me, despite his sinister intentions it was almost comical the way he tried egging me on.

Almost as if he felt…jealous of me?

'We'll I am a hell of a lot better looking than him, now that I think about it why does Michael hate Lucifer so much? It can't just be instinctual right?'

His words grew more foul, full of malice and absolute abhorrence at my existence that eventually I simply tuned him out. His anger and passion growing like an inferno, trying so desperately with every fiber of his being to make meaningful remarks at my expense.

'Wow..this is quite the sight honestly, I wonder how the protagonist managed her harem considering Michael absolutely hated Lucifer to this extent.. I didn't even know some of the slurs he used existed..'

His rambles continued for a while before the irritated sound my my mother and her domineering appearance swiftly pried open her beautifully adorned gold doors.

Like a beautifully painted piece of art she graciously took careful and elegant steps towards us, her tall domineering presence enveloped the now quite hallways.

"What is the meaning of this, Lucifer, Michael, explain yourselves now."

'What did I do? I was just standing here..'

But before I could usher a complaint Michaels sniffling and tears pouring from his wretched face appeared faster than I could even begin to explain the situation.

'Is he actually crying right now? What happened to that guy that just yelled slurs I haven't even heard of at me?'

Her elegant and grace full aura seemed to create a sense of foreboding, her massive mammaries creating a double crescent shadow over my body as I stared up at her two magnificent cotton clouds of wonder.

My body shuddered in fear as her monotonous voice mellowed out the increasingly uncomfortable silence of the passing wind.

"Lucifer, what happened."

Goosebumps spread along the underside of my nape as her cold and threatening words echoed within the wide corridor, a slight chill spread through my body as an unsettling rage towards Michael ensnared my mind.

"…"

My fists were clenched in defiance towards this injustice, as the smoldering passion to break Michaels nose seemed to enter my mind.

"…"

A brief silence followed.

Only the occasional sniffling of Michael could be heard as the feeling of her trained, elegantly manicured fingers sunk slowly into my shoulder.

'God dammit Michael! What did I even do to you!'

As if serve as a natural survivalist instinct the first though I had a that moment spurred from my mouth in a rush, feebly attempting to salvage the situation as to not cause any more damage.

"N-Nothing! W-We we're just horsing around! Haha.."

Looking up over my shoulder, i so feebly met her gaze, her aquamarine eyes staring back as I felt her grip loosen reluctantly.

"Speak, what happened."

Relieved, I let out a sigh in resignation, the smothering and overbearing feeling of her presence looming over me having dissipated albeit slightly.

"Phew...y-you see your highness! W-We we're just-"

"He hit me!"

As if to taunt my previous efforts the loud shrieks of Michael pierced my ears, his high pitched, almost girly voice bombarded my eardrums with his voice.

"Wha-"

*BAM* *CRACK*

Before I could even question the validity of his statement, the fierce, brutish feeling of a soft and dainty fist colliding with my abdomen launched me flying towards the wall.

Leaving behind a silhouette of my body as I crumbled pathetically to the floor.

'F-Fuuuu- the hell was that! Oh my god my ribs! My poor ribs…I think they're broken!…'

*COUGH* *COUGH*

"W-Why.."

Looking up from my stupor while clutching desperately on my chest, I asked with utmost sincerity, the shock of the situation only adding to my confusion as the whirlwind of events happening left my mind completely spent.

In the end all that I was met was a snarling laugh from Michael along with a cold and eerie remark from the queen.

"Silence filth, you're just like your father, only you delude yourself into believing you have the right to question me."

A statement now deeply ingrained into my psyche, as I felt my body slowly succumb to the pain and anguish of her punch.

My eyes closed as I drifted off into a pleasant slumber on the carpeted hallway floor.

[DING!]

[Passive skill: Dream Symbiosis has activated!]

[A seed of obscurity has been planted inside character: Marielle Astéri!]