"No, don't fucking do that. Don't act like you care." Raphael was up and shoving his brother away from him, anger boiling up at his brother for daring to act like a brother for five damn seconds. "When you did this. You did all of this. You have been the complete and utter source of my misery since -- since humanity. Daddy wanted other kids and you couldn't cope. And now look at your world!"

Hell was something that he had always judged but he couldn't really think about or comprehend. And then he experienced it. This was Lucifer. This place was the whole embodiment of his lifestyle, his wants, his experiences.

Raphael punched his brother in the face without warning. He was weak, he knew it wouldn't even hurt him but he couldn't help it. "You made him! You made all of them! What is wrong with you!?"