Instead, Michael brought down his sword into the conjecture between Lucifer’s wings and the rest of his body, and there was a shriek in pain that would fill the air. “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.”
