When his senses came back to him, he was stumbling after Lucifer into his throne room. Yes, his, not Lucifer's. He was a hack, he didn't even earn the damn position. Stupid nepo baby. He dropped to the floor and then tried to guard himself from the oncoming kicks. He rolled onto his side and tried to stagger up to his feet. Bracing himself on a nearby pillar, he glared at Lucifer.

He couldn't just take all of this lying down. He was the king. "What are you all waiting for? He's attacking your king? Do something!"

He expected they wouldn't but they could have at least pretended a little. Instead, people either looked away or paused to watch as Aleister struggled to catch his own breathe. "Stay away from me."