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Anger sizzles beneath his skin, rage coursing through his veins as he listens to the others words before quick, swift movements have his hand wrapped around the other’s throat and feet not stopping till back slams off the wall. ❝ Remember your place. You are nothing more than demon scum. Demon scum who would not exist if i didn’t make them in the first place. ❞ words growled as eyes burn red showing his true colors but also that he would not stand for the actions the other was currently portraying. ❝ Or skinning you alive would be the most gentle thing i’d do to you. ❞

_{and there it was. that purge rage from lucifer it something that the demon enjoyed seeing. it made him feel alive and in his own way… amused.} 

_{back slammed against the wall as a grin spread it’s self across his facial features — his own rage seeming to fade ( at least for the moment ). it was a reason to why he didn’t feel like he had to say anything about who or what he was. it was well known that he wouldn’t be here with out lucifer’s own intervention. nor, would he possibly be alive, but those were small non-important details for the moment.}

_{“so, my place is beneath you,” he said. “not to mention beside you.” a small amount of amusement was in his tone, “so, as i said before, skin me if you want, but i’m still your demon.”}