As Lucifer thrust deeper and deeper inside while Zarathel did her best to crush his large member inside her anus..he was feeling incredible as the surge of power hit him and his lover. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Is that what the Nameless One was always feeling when he sat on the throne? To deprave his sons of that sensation, this incredible knowledge was nothing but blasphemy! He spread his wings in a triumphant manner as he could see his lover changing slowly..much like the way he himself was changing. It was so painful yet something which he would take over everything else in the whole of the cosmos.<br/><br/>His clothes burned and fell away..and then it was the feathers in his wings, their smooth white skin..hair..all of it burning away in one powerful surge. Changing them, transforming them for the better. Then came the thundering voice of the Nameless One which shook worlds. "You cannot stop me Nameless One!" Lucifer spoke with rage as he noticed Michael approach. Michael, always the favorite one because he did everything he was told. Always living in how's and what's instead of why's. How much Lucifer hated him right now. "Something which I should've done a long time back. Achieving freedom!" Lucifer shouted in a menacing tone as he continued to pound away inside his lover and looked in the eyes of Michael with a look of contempt.