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and shared a smile of victory.
    Lucifer raised his hand to his eyes.   The light shined too bright, too harsh.   He blinked and strained to see.   His eyes filled with stinging tears.   The scars on his back ached.   He was here, home after an eternity and it sickened him.
    Michael kicked Lucifer to Uriel.
    Uriel drove his foot into Lucifer’s face sending him back towards Michael.   Michael grabbed Lucifer.   He brought him to his feet and forced him to look up.   “Heaven welcomes you!   Our Primangel at last returned.”   He lifted Lucifer into the air.   “Hail Lucifer Morningstar!”
    Legion of angel gaped at their fallen Primangel.   The faces of the older reflected fear and hatred, the younger angels looked on in curiosity, having only heard of him in story.   Each of them shined like a star in the sky.   The song they sang, once melodious to Lucifer’s ears, now sounded wrong.   The vibrations hurt instead of pleased.   Lucifer’s light was a muted pale blue compared to theirs; he was a wound in the perfection of light around him.   The angels hissed and bared teeth and fangs.   Their song quieted.
    Uriel grinned at the agony on Lucifer’s face.   “This hurts him.”
    Michael shrugged and stared at Lucifer.   “This will seem as pleasure compared to what he will endure.”
    Lucifer clenched his teeth.   “Get it over with.”
    “And ruin our fun?   I think not.”   Michael slammed Lucifer into the ground.   He kept a hold of one arm.   He placed his foot at Lucifer’s elbow.   “I owe you for so much pain.”   Michael stomped, breaking his arm.  
    Uriel stepped on his lower back.   Lucifer heard something snap and break, he clawed on the ground.   In this place, in this form, he could not heal and he had no strength.   He was at the mercy of those around him.
    Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut; he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.   He would endure this.   He would survive.   They would not kill him, just make him suffer, he knew this.   Dahlia was not here and for that, he could bear this.
    The thought of Dahlia brought a new kind of agony to him.   If Michael was right, the planet would be destroyed and her with it.   He struggled to stand, but the light around him leeched what strength he had left.   The spear wound in his chest was disabling.   Lucifer curled over; he had no force to make good an escape, no power to match the anger he felt.
    His spirit raged inside his broken body.   Flames licked his skin seeking release.   Lucifer caught a glimpse of it, the raw energy he had once possessed.   He reached out blindly towards the brightness, the light, willing it to be his again.
    Michael lifted Lucifer and threw him towards Dahlia’s vacated prison.   Lucifer bounced and rolled.   His head smacked against the metal plates that used to house her body.   Blood ran into his eyes.   He looked up blurrily.
    The throne seared the sky with white fire, watching and waiting.
    Anger burned in Lucifer’s stomach.   He leapt at the throne.   A body of wings and heat smashed into him, sending him back down to the floor.   A whip slashed across his face, raising a bleeding welt.   The whip struck a second time and drew out his flame.   The feeling of power fled.   He was weak once more.   He raised his eyes.
    An unfamiliar Archangel stared down at him, tall with silver eyes and black hair.   The Archangel smiled mirthlessly and readied the whip to attack if he moved.
    Michael and Uriel stared, surprised to the see the new Archangel.   Michael reclaimed his spear and appraised the newcomer.   “Your name?”
    The Archangel bowed.   “Samuel.”
    Michael nodded.   “Are you a new creation or a sibling?”
    “I believe I have a brother among the Fallen.”
    Lucifer blinked back blood and the similarities became clear to him.   The Archangel was a younger, colder version of Andrealphus.   Samuel flicked the whip into the air, his hands a blur.