Zarathel's pleasure increased by the moment even as her pain did. She relished both,  finding the sensations complementing each other and feeding off one another. This sensation was too good, too profound, too deep! This... this was Original! At long last there was something New in the universe.<br/><br/>She saw, through the haze of pain and pleasure, the Comander of the Warrior Host approaching. She, nothing more than the lead soprano in the Nameless One's choir, now sat on the lap of the most powerful being... well, second most powerful.... In the universe, and he was using her. She knew it. She felt, with every thrust of his mighty member into her rear passage, that he gained more power. But some of that power flowed into her, and she thrust back with her hips, arching her back, Lucifer's hands gripping her breasts hard.<br/><br/>Michael ignored her, as always. she smirked. She would no longer be ignored. Even as her halo solidified onto the sides of her head causing her to roar in agony, she forged a plan. She would enlighten others to this new freedom. "Michael, dearest Brother, You should join us." She spread her legs wide, her sex on full display before him...