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Date: March 19, 200 -- after Mictain's exile from the Manor
Setting: Mostly Hell
Status: Private - Mictain and Lucifer
Summary: A demon goes tumbling down.

Mictain hardly had even the time to blink as he already was forced out of the Manor, and the Manor grounds, and droppoed somewhere on Earth -- where, he had no idea. It took him a moment to realize just what had happened. As it dawned on him, however, he was filled with rage.

So he was forbidden to go to Raphael, eh? Very well. He'd show them. He'd show them that Raphael belonged to him, and that the stupid brat could not tell him what to do. He would --

He hadn't recognized the place where Adam's powers had dropped him. He never would know where it had been, either. This was made rather clear as he suddenly found himself ripped from the Earthly plane of existence, dragged away from it against his will, and suddenly he was falling, no, Falling, through a darkness that was icily cold and burning hot at the same time. His wings were suddenly out, feathers torn from them in the rush of air as he went down, faster than he ever could have even hoped to fly. In a sudden moment of panic he tried to use his wings, to stop his fall, to at least slow it down, but found it impossible. His wings wouldn't obey him, and he went down, down, down...

And, suddenly, he reached the bottom, not falling any further. The impact hurt, but even more hurt the realization just where he had ended up. Keeping his eyes closed, he remained curled up in a ball, hoping -- well knowing that his hope was in vain -- that he would go unnoticed.