"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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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.