"Ah, now you see. I gave you a chance, my boy. I really did. I wanted to believe in our partnership." Lucifer whipped the crop through the air, where it made a nice whistling sound before it hit Aleister's chest. It left a beautiful red mark. He added another immediately, so there'd be a cross. Much more aesthetically pleasing.

His next hit was to Aleister's face, actually breaking skin. Lucifer stepped up to him, running his index finger along his lower lip and then grabbing it, pulling at it playfully to make Aleister talk. "Blah, blah, blah, statistics, blah, blah, blah. Who really gives a fuck, am I right?!"