While Aleister was out of it, a collar had been brought. It closed around his neck, spikes on the outside. A fitting look for his temperamental little puppy. Lucifer carried Aleister all the way to the throne room, where he tossed him onto the ground and gestured to the throne.

"Ugh. Clean that a bit, will you? Needs some shine." While some eager demons were working away on this, Lucifer rolled his shoulders and looked down at Aleister, finally kicking him lightly with the tip of his boot. "I'm not loving your outfit, puppy. We'll have to change that."