"I like you better like this, you know? A little ragdoll-esque, shall we say?" Lucifer pulled him up by the back of the neck and dragged him along, marching toward the doors. Which he opened with a gust of his power.
Now there were demons and they were staring at them both with wide eyes, clearly at a loss.
"Oh, damn. So many of you little buggers, aren't there? I'm getting stage fright." He shook Aleister a little, making sure there was some life in him yet. "Why don't you tell them about the change in regime? They can spread the word. And someone can fetch me a nice collar for my new puppy."
"Don't just stand there. Do something." Aleister hissed at the demons, hoping they'd apply some common sense and come to his aide. They mostly stood there staring. One or two were smirking. Disloyal bastards. Aleister struggled against Lucifer but it was hard to get out from the grip of an Archangel, even at half capacity. "Well?!"
"Uhhh... I'll go get the collar, boss." One of the demons called out, shrugging at Crowley before taking off.
"Oh, I like you. Remind me to ask you for my list of names later, I miss some of my old homies." Lucifer turned to the side, so he could pin Aleister against the wall with one outstretched arm. He looked up at the once King of Hell, his face showing sign of the beating. Good.
"I'm going to break you. I'm going to break you until you know your place around me. It won't even take me all that long, will it?"
And then, for good measure, and because there were demons all around them that might still be making up their minds, he did it again. Sending the worst pain imaginable into the vessel Aleister was still bound to.
"No, don't! Don't!" It was a nightmare. An actual nightmare. It still didn't make any sense but he had no time to think about it, he just braced himself and clenched up as that burning feeling ripped through him again. He had no idea if he screamed or not, he couldn't even think or control himself. It was agonising. It was like the vessel's organs liquidised. And then, somehow, regrew just to do it all over again.
When Lucifer stopped, his eyes rolled back into his head and he twitched violently, unable to regain proper control of his body. What the fuck was he going to do?
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."
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."
"You seem confused. Really, really confused about what language to use when talking to me." Lucifer shook his head in disapproval, tsking.
"I've cleaned your throne, my lord," an eager demon informed him before bowing and backing away. Lucifer barely acknowledged him. His eyes were on the only other player in the room. Time to break him.
He moved forward suddenly and pushed him back against the pillar he was leaning against. His hand outstretched, he made some chains he had spotted in the corner come over. In no time he had Aleister chained with his back against the pillar. As he looked around the place, he tried to think of what sparked joy. "Do you have a crop somewhere? Oh, and a knife."
He wasn't up for pulling out his own blade just yet. An unnecessary risk at this juncture. He had demons giving him the tools he asked for readily enough and no one intervening when he used that blade to cut off the majority of Aleister's clothes, until he was down to his underwear. Well.
"Someone take off his shoes and socks." He wasn't doing that himself.
He did genuinely think that some demons might not want to do Lucifer's dirty work but he supposed it wasn't shocking that they did. It didn't mean he didn't kick a few arsehole demons in the face before they managed to rob his shoes and socks. He yanked against the chains and realised just how fucked he actually was.
Bollocks.
"What you -- you were talking about before, back in the cage, it's not a bad idea. Don't you see that? Do you really want to waste your time down here? Soul statistics, bargain quotas, regulations and rules! It's not very ... you, is it?" He couldn't imagine Lucifer would be that interested in doing the boring, tedious stuff. Given he had been an absent ruler even when he had been in charge of hell. "Why don't you let me handle the boring stuff while you go up to heaven and make a mess?"
"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?!"
He winced in pain and tried to jerk himself away from Lucifer. An immature spoilt brat with no vision - that was exactly what eh expected from Lucifer and exactly what he got. He just wished he was doing this in private, for fuck sake. He hardly needed a bunch of brainless demons gawking at him. "You should." Those things mattered. Without them, hell was aimless and pointless. It lost more souls than it gained. "Truth is - most people aren't that bad. We have to manipulate the situation to get enough souls to get enough power. Otherwise, we're all fucked."
It made sense, didn't it? He winced as Lucifer got close again, trying to tilt his head away. "You should give a fuck."
"No one's ever made ruling Hell sound as boring as you. Congrats, you annoying fuck." Lucifer rolled his eyes, then shrugged. "You can always get souls. Plenty to go around."
There were other things on his mind right now. In general. Heaven. Raphael. Revenge. Oh, so much sweet revenge. He leaned in now and licked the blood off of Aleister's cheek before pulling away, petting his head again. "I'll hurt you until I feel better, then I'll get started on business."
He let the crop come down hard on Aleister's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. "By the way. Call me Master. Maybe Sir. Go with the flow, puppy. But heel."
"Hell can't have instability. You think you can trust these mor--" The crop came dangerous close to his dick and he yelped as he tried to back up. Fucking hell, once Lucifer had access to the weapon chest, things were going to get back. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply through his nose. He was furious, beyond angry and stupidly scared. He couldn't do anything. And that was why he trembled - not with fear, with fury.
"I will not heel." Not as long as he had some ability to resist, some slim hope, then he had to stick his ground and stay strong. Otherwise these demons would never respect him again.
"Oh, you will. But I like that defiant streak in you. It's delicious. I'll burn it out of you bit by bit. Like slow roasted barbecue." Lucifer didn't seem overly bothered for now, not while it was so much fun to mark him up with the crop. Hey, quite a few demons seemed to enjoy the show.
They were all lowly, hardly the type to be loyal. Which was bad news, as he needed to handle the Raphael matter and he was not willing to risk anything there. So, while he used the crop to hold down Aleister's tongue, he singled out the demon that had brought him the collar before.
"You! You, there. Tell me your name later when I'll care. For now, I need you to get me Gadreel. Wherever he is. He'll come when I call." Lucifer didn't doubt it. He looked at Aleister, raising his eyebrows. "Loyalty can't be bought. Can't be bargained for. Can only be earned."
"On it, sir!" The demon scrambled off eagerly and several followed with him. Aleister watched the traitors go and memorised the names. Each one would be on one hell of a punishment list. And that was what kept him going as Lucifer forced that stupid thing into his mouth.
Gadreel? Who the fuck was that and why was it a priority? He wanted to warn someone but he was a little tied up right now.
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Now there were demons and they were staring at them both with wide eyes, clearly at a loss.
"Oh, damn. So many of you little buggers, aren't there? I'm getting stage fright." He shook Aleister a little, making sure there was some life in him yet. "Why don't you tell them about the change in regime? They can spread the word. And someone can fetch me a nice collar for my new puppy."
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"Uhhh... I'll go get the collar, boss." One of the demons called out, shrugging at Crowley before taking off.
Well, fuck. "Traitors!"
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"I'm going to break you. I'm going to break you until you know your place around me. It won't even take me all that long, will it?"
And then, for good measure, and because there were demons all around them that might still be making up their minds, he did it again. Sending the worst pain imaginable into the vessel Aleister was still bound to.
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When Lucifer stopped, his eyes rolled back into his head and he twitched violently, unable to regain proper control of his body. What the fuck was he going to do?
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"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."
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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."
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"I've cleaned your throne, my lord," an eager demon informed him before bowing and backing away. Lucifer barely acknowledged him. His eyes were on the only other player in the room. Time to break him.
He moved forward suddenly and pushed him back against the pillar he was leaning against. His hand outstretched, he made some chains he had spotted in the corner come over. In no time he had Aleister chained with his back against the pillar. As he looked around the place, he tried to think of what sparked joy. "Do you have a crop somewhere? Oh, and a knife."
He wasn't up for pulling out his own blade just yet. An unnecessary risk at this juncture. He had demons giving him the tools he asked for readily enough and no one intervening when he used that blade to cut off the majority of Aleister's clothes, until he was down to his underwear. Well.
"Someone take off his shoes and socks." He wasn't doing that himself.
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Bollocks.
"What you -- you were talking about before, back in the cage, it's not a bad idea. Don't you see that? Do you really want to waste your time down here? Soul statistics, bargain quotas, regulations and rules! It's not very ... you, is it?" He couldn't imagine Lucifer would be that interested in doing the boring, tedious stuff. Given he had been an absent ruler even when he had been in charge of hell. "Why don't you let me handle the boring stuff while you go up to heaven and make a mess?"
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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?!"
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It made sense, didn't it? He winced as Lucifer got close again, trying to tilt his head away. "You should give a fuck."
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There were other things on his mind right now. In general. Heaven. Raphael. Revenge. Oh, so much sweet revenge. He leaned in now and licked the blood off of Aleister's cheek before pulling away, petting his head again. "I'll hurt you until I feel better, then I'll get started on business."
He let the crop come down hard on Aleister's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. "By the way. Call me Master. Maybe Sir. Go with the flow, puppy. But heel."
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"I will not heel." Not as long as he had some ability to resist, some slim hope, then he had to stick his ground and stay strong. Otherwise these demons would never respect him again.
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They were all lowly, hardly the type to be loyal. Which was bad news, as he needed to handle the Raphael matter and he was not willing to risk anything there. So, while he used the crop to hold down Aleister's tongue, he singled out the demon that had brought him the collar before.
"You! You, there. Tell me your name later when I'll care. For now, I need you to get me Gadreel. Wherever he is. He'll come when I call." Lucifer didn't doubt it. He looked at Aleister, raising his eyebrows. "Loyalty can't be bought. Can't be bargained for. Can only be earned."
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Gadreel? Who the fuck was that and why was it a priority? He wanted to warn someone but he was a little tied up right now.