Every scar will build my throne[gabe]

His tail lashed as he moved. His neck held scars and his face was just as scarred. Lucifer. The demon king had come forth, made himself known to Michael. Each encounter though Michael had learned. His learning curve was high. It started with Gabe and now Michael had figured him out. Only the bastard had crept into hiding. It was time to draw him out though. He moved with his nose to the ground and alabaster plated body ready to defend. Their Herald was the key. 

A twitch of his lips as he smirked. They had their own weapons. Gabriel had sinned but in doing so seemed to capture Lucifer's complete attention. Blood painted his maw. Gabe would know what had just happened to the demon child of Lucifer. Belphegor Morningstar was no more. His body had been left, shredded and splayed for Lucifer to see. A challenge for the king of demons. Raphael would have found himself proud if he knew the plan Michael had concocted. Destroy a demon spawn, punish Gabriel, make him cry for salvation and aid from Lucifer, then he would destroy Lucifer while he had a chance. While the king wept over his loss and was too weak to defend his kingdom of evil. 

Michael came to a halt when he felt he was close enough to let the wind do the rest of his tracking for him. He dropped a peice of reeking hide he had carried and stepped aside. It reeked of blood and Lucifer and demon spawn. Gabe would smell this no doubt with his own scent upon the wind. The trap was set. This was checkmate.