Aleister hesitated and then reluctantly dragged himself closer to Lucifer, bracing himself for the first hit. He frowned at Lucifer and tried to understand what he was talking about. Who was loyal? Demons? Maybe he had a small faction who actually wanted to have his back? He prayed that was true but he couldn't imagine it was what he meant.
His stomach was already sinking but he was trying denial as his new coping method. Anger and rage weren't helping. "Who is loyal to me?" Oh shit. "Master."
"Oh, just this nerd-looking demon. You've really only ever gotten nerds, haven't you? I mean, it's not surprising. Let's face it, if this was a high school movie I'd be wearing a leatherman jacket and you'd be snorting out toilet paper while grovelling at my feet." An amusing mental image, admittedly. He smirked and reached out to ruffle Aleister's hair.
"He likes spreadsheet. I call him Floyd, no idea what his actual name is." He gestured to some demon and the nerdy demon in question was led inside, looking appropriately terrified, trembling before the Morningstar on Hell's throne. "Do you remember him, puppy?"
"Yeah." He looked at the guy and remembered him well. He was middle management sort, never a big player but good at what he did. He did amazing statistics for soul reaping numbers. The guy could predict like no one else. He sensed this was doomed, that this poor bastard would not make it out of here. He almost felt bad that he was relieved it was him and not Bobby.
He flinched when Lucifer touched him and wondered how many of his good people would end up slaughtered before someone else got involved. "You should keep him around, he's a wiz with numbers and as you always say, loyalty from demons only belongs to you." He probably didn't care much for him - that was the ultimate truth.
"Yeeeeah, but I don't like his voice. Too whiny. Honestly, that's mostly the reason I haven't killed you yet. Very sonorous. I find it soothing, especially when you scream." He ruffled Aleister's hair and looked at him, wondering a little. There was something there, somewhere. He'd braced himself so much and he didn't seem that bothered now.
"You were worried it'd be someone more precious, weren't you? Oh, puppy. You are keeping secrets from your Master. Bad puppy."
"No, I keep no secrets from you, master. Why would I?" He could lie, of course he'd lie, he wasn't about to give himself away like this. "I was a little worried you'd kill my hound, that's all." And he was still worried about that, not as much as bobby being in the hands of Lucifer. He had to find a way to get out of his cage, even for a couple of minutes, to release Bobby and let him leave.
It wasn't what he wanted but... weirdly, he didn't care at this point. It was bigger than pettily wanting something.
"I mean, why wouldn't you? You're cowed, not braindead." He hoped, anyway. He checked Aleister's pupils for a moment and then snapped his fingers. This time, the demon before them burst into flames, screaming in that horribly whiny voice as he died. Ugh. "Well, thankfully that's the last time any of us will have to listen to that."
Awful. He turned his attention to Aleister again, reaching forward and grabbing him by the hair. "I'm not gonna kill your hellhound. I'm not a monster, am I?"
Aleister winced and closed his eyes, letting the other yank him closer despite his desire to just go anywhere else. He didn't know what to do except pray that Lucifer didn't decide to do that to him. He had burnt him, inside and out, many times already but he dreaded that he would just be wiped out. He didn't want to die.
He'd do whatever it took, even if he had to humiliate himself. He would survive and find a way to win.
"Thank you, master. That's very kind of you, master."
"Aw. Your whiny nerd left a stain." What a shame. "Someone will have to clean that up, puppy, won't they?"
Lucifer called out to his favourite new demon. The one that fetched things the fastest. He had no idea what they were called, but he appreciated the service. "Get him a brush. A small one, so he can really get in there."
He ran his finger along Aleister's lip, then pressed down on his tongue as he caught his eyes. "Do a thorough job. Be a good boy."
Cleaning. Of course. Pointless service. At least it wasn't torture. He'd take it. He'd happily take it over any more torture, beatings or humiliation. Yes, it was pretty embarrassing to scrub the floors but it could very easily get worse.
He looked at the patch and then sighed. "Yes, master."
And then he crawled towards the stain, letting that stupidly fast fetching demon throw a brush to him. Whatever, it was what it was. He just had to survive.
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His stomach was already sinking but he was trying denial as his new coping method. Anger and rage weren't helping. "Who is loyal to me?" Oh shit. "Master."
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"He likes spreadsheet. I call him Floyd, no idea what his actual name is." He gestured to some demon and the nerdy demon in question was led inside, looking appropriately terrified, trembling before the Morningstar on Hell's throne. "Do you remember him, puppy?"
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He flinched when Lucifer touched him and wondered how many of his good people would end up slaughtered before someone else got involved. "You should keep him around, he's a wiz with numbers and as you always say, loyalty from demons only belongs to you." He probably didn't care much for him - that was the ultimate truth.
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"You were worried it'd be someone more precious, weren't you? Oh, puppy. You are keeping secrets from your Master. Bad puppy."
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It wasn't what he wanted but... weirdly, he didn't care at this point. It was bigger than pettily wanting something.
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Awful. He turned his attention to Aleister again, reaching forward and grabbing him by the hair. "I'm not gonna kill your hellhound. I'm not a monster, am I?"
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He'd do whatever it took, even if he had to humiliate himself. He would survive and find a way to win.
"Thank you, master. That's very kind of you, master."
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Lucifer called out to his favourite new demon. The one that fetched things the fastest. He had no idea what they were called, but he appreciated the service. "Get him a brush. A small one, so he can really get in there."
He ran his finger along Aleister's lip, then pressed down on his tongue as he caught his eyes. "Do a thorough job. Be a good boy."
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He looked at the patch and then sighed. "Yes, master."
And then he crawled towards the stain, letting that stupidly fast fetching demon throw a brush to him. Whatever, it was what it was. He just had to survive.