Lucifer feels a slight tug within the depths of his being as Malkil begins to chant, the pulling becoming stronger with each moment. Suddenly, spectral winds tear at his body, pulling him toward the stone, he resists easily to begin with but the wind grows. Seeing glance up from the stone then narrow his brows and chant louder, he knows this is no accident. Bracing himself he resists the wind, and shouts at Malkil, his voice deep and resonant.

Sorceror, what are you doing, you would dare attack the Dark Angel?

Glaring at Malkil he raises his hand and a globe of energy grows, a ball of black lightning silhouetted in a red aura crackles within his large palm. Dipping his head, his feet slip a little upon the smooth floor, snarling, he shouts above the hiss of the wind.

Sorceror, you shall learn the price of betrayal.