Lucifer watched Michael's sword burst into flames..but he was undeterred. He didn't fear Michael..he had never been afraid of Michael. To him Michael had always been a coward, the weaker one who was in a position so powerful that he never deserved. "Is it Michael? There's nothing wrong with getting what you want instead of living a life of mere servitude to somebody else." He focused back on Zarathel..and licked her neck sensually, almost biting it as his climax was close. "What if I don't? What are you going to do<em>brother</em>? You can't stop me!" He snarled back as the sensation of power, of knowledge and wisdom engulfed him as slowly but surely a transformation was taking place. A sacrifices, price for all that knowledge and power. When he heard the offer which his lover made to Michael..he couldn't help but laugh..and then with one powerful thrust deep inside the writhing angel he loved more than anyone else, he climaxed. An explosive one which would've shattered realms. "Yes! Oh yes..Zarathel, my lover..I shall make you my Queen and we shall rule together! The world is ours for the taking and there will be nothing which can stop us!" He whispered in her ear as fired hot streaks of liquid inside her before finally calming down. This was just perfect.