"Oh, you're exactly right. All I want is your attention." Lucifer looked at Aleister, really looked at him. Beyond that vessel he was wearing, looked at what he was made of. At what he'd achieved in spite of it all. He had balls, he had vision. He could give him all that.

It wouldn't keep him from making him grovel at his feet, but still. He'd achieved miraculously much. It was impressive. "I want to offer you a deal. You are never going to rule Hell. Not the way I did. Not without being hated by everyone. Not with them all just plotting your demise. Together, though. You and me, we could achieve so much. Your cunning and my, how do you call it? Brutish strength? Brawn? Pure essence of power? What a combo. If you strike now and take that deal, I may even go ahead and supersize it for you."