"Don't just stand there. Do something." Aleister hissed at the demons, hoping they'd apply some common sense and come to his aide. They mostly stood there staring. One or two were smirking. Disloyal bastards. Aleister struggled against Lucifer but it was hard to get out from the grip of an Archangel, even at half capacity. "Well?!"

"Uhhh... I'll go get the collar, boss." One of the demons called out, shrugging at Crowley before taking off.

Well, fuck. "Traitors!"