Through his teeth, Michael seethed, “You are not God.” ‘And now you say: it meant nothing to you — none of it.’ Lucifer’s cling to the heavens snipped; he fell, fell down with Michael, the million hours to the floor of the Throne. Limbs and wings slashing every direction as the two plunged, rolling over one another, Lucifer fiercely struggling against the chains, forcing an arm out — struck Michael’s chin, if that was what it was. There was no way to tell — waves of light, that’s all anything was. He opened his mouth, to speak, but an outraged, devastating shriek ruptured outward instead. All
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