The knife struck the heart; Uriel’s entire demeanor crumbled, violently, until his whole face was twitching. One foot dragged back, and he shifted away. The first noise that came out of his mouth was choked, and Lucifer’s amusement morphed into thrill. “You—” All of him was curling up — his hands into fists. “You will face Father’s wrath for your words, Lucifer.” ‘I’ve faced it already, and I am still here, and I am angry.’ “I hope He brings His fist down not only upon you, but on Michael.” ‘You rancid, putrid filth. Rotten, squirming maggot.’ “I hope He beats him so that he becomes
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