“No—” Lucifer’s entire form convulsed with agony. “Michael— Stop— What are you doing? Don’t do this, don’t hurt me—” Michael, reduced to uncontrollable, ravaging cries. “Because you have corrupted my creation, and turned yourself into a Beast, you will be cast down from Heaven.” ‘No, Michael, Michael, stop.’ Another yell as Michael stabbed into another of the tender points where wings had been stitched onto Lucifer. “You will be the most cursed creature, and you shall eat dust all the days of your life.”
