There had been little to no doubts that this...thing...was an angel. It was almost impossible to tell the gender, though Ruslin silently wondered if angels even had genders, but it turned out that it was a male. An uncooperative male but Ruslin liked his spirit. He didn't think twice as he came up to the boy and tipped his chin up with an eager finger. The angel wrenched his head away but Ruslin caught his chin with firm fingers and slowly guided the boy's his face back to his. Anger burned in the boy's eyes. Distemperment, unholy wrath. Angelo almost laughed but simply said, "I'll take him." And that was that.

The angel growled loudly at those words, fire filling his crystal eyes. Struggling in the many heavy chains that bounded him, he shouted in the demon's face, "You can't have me! I'll never be a slave for the likes of you, demon scum!" Celestine spit in his face, coming to a close realization at how close they were. Hissing as powerful hands grabbed his body to carry him away, he continued to struggle, despite being clealt unclothed. This did not deter his fighting spirit. Homesick and hurt, the poor, downtrodden angel wanted to go home, not the one place that could ever make his skin crawl.

Ruslin carried the boy effortlessly through Hell, ignoring his wild thrashing and screaming. Only when they reached Lucifer's palace did Ruslin carelessly deposit his charge onto the dark tile. The angel glared up at Ruslin through tousled bangs, murder flashing in his eyes. The demon stepped around him, though kept one eye on him so he couldn't run. The angel watched from the floor as a figure emerged from the darkness. Ruslin bowed low. Celestine moved to stand but Ruslin kicked him hard, sending him sprawling back onto the tile.
"What's this?" a dark voice asked.
"An angel, my liege."
The figure kneeled beside the angel, revealing himself to the boy.
Celestine's eyes widened.
"Lucifer..."
The demon king smiled.

Celestine shook as the dark lord looked him over, now noticing how naked he really was. A flash of chagrin and trepidation crossed his face before once again putting on a hard demeanor, glaring into Lucifer's red eyes. "I hope you know that the loss of a simple foot soldier is not going to deter Heaven's golden army. We're going to take you down, whether you like it or not, sadomasochistic bastards!" he screamed across the throne room so everyone, even the inhabitants from deep within the obsidian castle could hear his words. He hoped he could at least piss some demons off. It would be better than making friends.

(No godmoding please, unless for characters that have not been reserved.)

Ruslin had not expected the boy to be so blatantly rude in front of the demon king, but despite his surprise he found himself smiling down at the angel. What to do with him? Ruslin had increasingly grown fonder of him, but something still pulled fervently at his logical, but sadistic mind. This was an angel. God's being. They were beautiful to look at, to gaze upon with cool admiration and potential ravaging lust, but inside, this angel was as hard as rocks. Stubborn bastard.
Ruslin puzzled over his conflicting thoughts as the angel lay before him, a perfect model of unearthly beauty. Perhaps a nice whipping upon that porceline skin would keep him in check. Not forever, just long enough to keep him submissive. Or perhaps something more practical. Being a demon, he knew every trick in the book. The angel would succome to something.

From the throne, Lucifer chuckled down at the pitiful angel that lay before him, hardly blinking at the words that were spat in the most blasphemous way. Resting one elegant yet strong hand under his chin, he crossed his legs under his robe in amusement. "You have pluck, young angel," he careened with his voice, leading all watchers to the belief of a false soothing aura. "You aren't at home anymore, are you? Haven't you ever learned how to respect your elders?"
"Elders, my ass!" screeched Celestine, still fighting for everything he believed in. "Demons are disgraceful demons, the whole lot of you. Haven't you ever learned that some things are just better than others?"
Lucifer's eyebrows perked, the only hint of sway in his entire body. "You seem to have yet to learn that. Because right now, well, I'm sure that I could kill you like a worm and nobody would care. Not even your hopeless excuse for a god."