[ sandalphon's answer is predictable given his current state where he gladly goes along with anything belial suggests, but there's something gratifying in hearing the words anyway. the sandalphon that despises him so lies defenseless before him, wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless by him, his mind nothing but a pleasant fog with no space left for intelligent thought. it's almost a shame lucifer isn't alive to witness this moment, watching sandalphon being reduced to a moaning mess. what would he think? would he be disappointed to see his successor bed his enemy? sad he never got to have a taste? for someone supposedly free of desire, he sure put a lot of effort into making sandalphon's legs as nice as possible... ]

I'd put a collar on you so everyone knows who you belong to. [ now that's a better thought than lucifer. maybe he'll look into buying a nice black leather collar with a ring to attach a leash to; it would look perfect on sandalphon. ]

You'd be free of all responsibilities and troubles and I'd treat you like a pampered little kitten—hey, don't look at me like that.

[ sandalphon's dismayed face is so cute, though. belial reaches down between his legs, spreading the leftover lubricant over his hardened length with a few hasty movements before pulling sandalphon's legs around his waist, hooking them behind him. grabbing sandalphon's hips in a bruising grip, he nudges the head of his cock against his entrance, teasing him for a couple of moments before—finally—thrusting into him, burying himself to the hilt in one go. ]