Lucifer studied the distracted Claude for a few more moments, before turning back to the demon lord he held imprisoned, his scythe still pressing into Drake's throat. "What did you do to Michaelis?" he demanded, for he was getting no verbal response from the demon that held Sebastian against him, whispering to him softly.
"I beat him," Drake replied, hatred and anger flashing in his eyes towards Michaelis' Master, though he knew that it couldn't be seen by Lucifer. His back was to Lucifer, after all, so he couldn't see his expression, either. "I didn't touch him like how you think; someone beat me to it..."
"It doesn't matter that you didn't molest him again," Lucifer whispered into Drake's ear, his lavender eyes turning a dark ebony color. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through his prisoner before he continued speaking, each word softly spoken but cold as steel. "I warned you on two things, Drake; never to touch him again, and never to come near him again as long you live, for then I would rectify your living status permanently..."
Drake knew then that he would get no mercy from Lucifer; his life was forfeit now. Lucifer never gave second chances out; the finger that was missing from his hand was proof of that. Even if he begged, it would do no good, for it was abundantly clear to him that Lucifer had made up his mind already. He had sealed his own fate by his own desire for power and had gained nothing in the risk he had taken.
Claude Faustus, however, took no notice of anything going on behind him, not even the words that were being spoken. His focus was entirely on Sebastian, who still breathed but was no longer conscious, limply laying against Claude's broad chest as he was held tightly, and his mate's chin rested on the crown of his head for a few moments. Hands gently touched the few parts of Sebastian that were not injured, hoping to soothe.
Hearing a slight whimper, Claude hastened to reassure Sebastian once more, reaching through their bond to whisper to him gently that he was safe, for Claude was there, and no one else would be able to hurt him. This was followed by a gentle kiss to Sebastian's brow, as Claude stood carefully, shifting his hands to cradle Sebastian against him protectively.
He'd gotten what blood he could off of his beautiful mate's face, lapping it up with his tongue. Their saliva contained an anticoagulant property that had helped the cuts to stop bleeding, though those marks upon his back were deep and bloody, requiring much more to be done than what they could do here. Sebastian might even need stitches, Claude knew, from how deep some of those lashes were and because they had been caused by another demon. Anger flashed in his golden eyes, causing them to turn purple for a few moments.
Lucifer heard the sounds of footsteps, turning his head to the side to see Uriah, Grell, and the boy, Ciel Phantomhive, approaching swiftly. They must have run the entire way to get here so quickly, the Demon Lord knew, tilting his head slightly. Though the Shinigami must have matched their pace to Ciel's, for they were much faster than humans, almost as fast as demons.
He could hear how sharply the human teenager gasped upon seeing Michaelis' state; even Grell looked upset, his pout fading to a shocked expression. Glancing to Uriah, who was watching him, Lucifer gave him a slight nod. Michaelis was alive but needed help badly; they had to leave here quickly, though this time, Lucifer intended to transport them all to his estate. It was closer and safer to take Michaelis there than to risk taking him back to the human world in his current condition. Those open wounds would be much more prone to infection there, considering the chance of contamination was much higher there than here in the demon world.
Ciel rushed over to see Sebastian closer, trembling a tiny bit when he saw just how battered his butler was. Unable to speak, he clenched his fists together; had he not worried over the repercussions, he would have shot the bastard that Lucifer was holding. The problem was though that if he hit the Demon Lord it would definitely not be a good thing, even if Lucifer was Sebastian's Master. "Can you help him, Claude?" he questioned, fear making him rather anxious and worried over whether or not Sebastian would die.
