Revenge is all that Lucifer's had for millennia; why would he stop now? And three angels does not a Heaven make. What would he even do with the Throne of Heaven after Metatron is dead? Sit in an empty house, ruling over a dead Kingdom? He wouldn't be able to stay there-- it wouldn't be his home.
He wouldn't even kill Metaton. He would take their brother and drag him screaming into some deep part of the Pit, and there would not be words in any language for the horrible things he would visit upon him for as long as he could keep Metatron alive. And he has gotten very, very good at keeping someone alive for a very long time.
It would be terrible, and it would only result in more bloodshed and another dead angel, but Lucifer is willing to bear that burden for the sake of bringing justice to the rest of his siblings.
"Let's not forget who drove the whole play off-script, Gabriel," he says, hardly caring if the mortals around them were watching. Let them; if they try to interfere, he'll vent a little anger on them. "This wasn't supposed to be the ending to that story. This is your mess, little brother, because you didn't want the party to stop but didn't want to put in the effort to fix anything yourself. And you don't even know if Michael and I survive, do you?"
It's twisting the knife and he knows it, to imply that Gabriel's actions might be the death of both his big brothers, despite all his efforts to avoid that very thing. But let him think on that-- of Heaven reduced to just him and Metatron, the last archangel and the murderer.
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He wouldn't even kill Metaton. He would take their brother and drag him screaming into some deep part of the Pit, and there would not be words in any language for the horrible things he would visit upon him for as long as he could keep Metatron alive. And he has gotten very, very good at keeping someone alive for a very long time.
It would be terrible, and it would only result in more bloodshed and another dead angel, but Lucifer is willing to bear that burden for the sake of bringing justice to the rest of his siblings.
"Let's not forget who drove the whole play off-script, Gabriel," he says, hardly caring if the mortals around them were watching. Let them; if they try to interfere, he'll vent a little anger on them. "This wasn't supposed to be the ending to that story. This is your mess, little brother, because you didn't want the party to stop but didn't want to put in the effort to fix anything yourself. And you don't even know if Michael and I survive, do you?"
It's twisting the knife and he knows it, to imply that Gabriel's actions might be the death of both his big brothers, despite all his efforts to avoid that very thing. But let him think on that-- of Heaven reduced to just him and Metatron, the last archangel and the murderer.