"My lord, I don-"
"Is not this something curious?" Lucifer interrupted him as his grip on the demon's throat tightened, fingers digging right into the soft flesh, pushing past skin as it was nothing. "I'm almost taking your throat out of this body, yet somehow you manage to be able to talk."
The demon writhed, whimpering as his hands covered in crimson tried to hold from the sleeves of Lucifer's white suit, searching for something to grab in the sheer desperation he felt. Though once he saw the power that lit his eyes, he pulled his hands away as if electricity had run through his body, choosing instead to flap his arms around while he drowned in his own blood.
"Oh, come on. You're supposed to be a demon," Lucifer huffed, tracing a bloody finger against the demon's sternum. "I should kill you just for the pathetic sight you're to my eyes." More sobs escaped him, hiccups bubbled up in the demon's throat as his breathing became irregular.
