"I think the phrase to use here is: None of your beeswax." Lucifer grinned, grabbing Aleister by the throat and lifting him up. Oh, he was far from being at full strength. But he was more than strong enough for this moment. He'd thank Raphael for his indirect help later. "So much pride in you. I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's not the best look on you. Let's burn it out, shall we?"

With that, he sent it in. His fire, hellfire, burning within Aleister and making his eyes shine, bringing him to the edge of madness with pain. He kept it up for a good minute before he threw him down to the ground and proceeded to beat the hell out of him. His anger had a target at long last.