"Mine!"

Im no expert in this psychology, methodology, storytelling kind of thing so sorry if my words sound awkward.
I want to express more but I’m afraid I might say it wrong since this is a serious topic about one’s self and their reaction to the changes vs the unchangeable that can happen anytime.

This isn’t a love story but a study. A human given absolute freedom and a creature was once closest to God given none.
Alastor is thrilled by the absence of limit. No interruption from mortality or consequences. What comes from him when what beneath him refused to break.
Lucifer remained beautiful.

His eyes deep like ocean, just stillness and calm, like a storm unable to crash down. His back still dripping honey-like blood from the wounds by Heaven’s spears, yet Lucifer remain indifferent.

To Alastor, that was fascinating.

Alastor found a toy that won’t plea or die no matter how much he hurt it. Alastor wants to test how far he can go and how long this Angel can remain being beautiful.
His scars heal, flesh stitches back within hours, blood tastes like sweet agony.
Death slid off him like an insult.

Less effects version