There were tears in his eyes when Michael spoke, but rage in his voice as he approached the throne, sword in hand, its pure, unmarred blade bursting into flame.<br/><br/>"Lucifer! This act, its blasphemy. A profanity so vile..." He snarled at the corrupted Angel, dis-incorporating before his very eyes, and the lover that writhed against him. He should have struck then and there, left the Fallen Prince's heart pinned to the throne for an eternity, yet some last, lingering shred spared his hand.<br/><br/>"Get out, before I dismember you both." He roared in fury at the betrayal of the one he so admired. "Get. Out!"