Lucifer, his white wings unfurled, soared through the skies with a sinister purpose. He journeyed towards his old siblings—the remaining Seraphims who had descended to the mortal realm to carry out the Father's will. He knew that their presence on Earth presented a unique opportunity for him to sow discord directly within their ranks.
As Lucifer approached the site where the Seraphims had gathered, he masked his malevolent aura, presenting a facade of the once-brilliant angel he had been. The Seraphims, unaware of his immediate presence, were diligently carrying out their divine tasks. Uriel, still touching the tongues of the builders to create diverse languages; Michael, severing the mental link that connected their minds together.
With a flourish of his pristine wings, Lucifer landed softly behind them, his voice a blend of honeyed tones and underlying menace. "Ah, my dear siblings, working hard as always. It seems that Father will never let you rest."