Phanuel raised his head, squirming, trying to sit; Lucifer threw out a kick, striking the other’s skull and sending him to the ground again. A groan through the binding, before a hitched breath as Lucifer stomped his foot down onto his head, digging Phanuel’s face into the ground. “You,” stomp, “stupid,” stomp, “fucking,” stomp, “God-damned,” stomp, “beast shit.” He heard Raphael scream for him to stop, heard the buffered noises of Phanuel’s cries. ‘You did this. You’re why Michael denied me. It had to be you.’ He saw it so perfectly in his mind that it had to be true.
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