Michael looked at Lucifer and the writhing creature on his lap, screaming her desires and allegiances.<br/><br/>"What am I going to do? I cannot stop you, but I can cast you and this foul harlot out."<br/><br/>As Zarathel screamed her desires, and kissed the one she had brought to the fall, Michael's sword snapped out.<strong>"I cast you out."</strong>The blade parted her sweat-covered flesh as easily as anything else in Creation, and she learns a new sensation as her kiss turns to ash in Lucifer's mouth as she dematerializes.<br/><br/>"Follow her brother, wherever she now dwells in her wretched state. You are no longer welcome in paradise."