Balthazar was right. As soon as his mind caught on to the fact that he had been tortured the wrath flared. Even mangled, there is a sense that Lucifer would be extremely dangerous. Though he has no intention, right now, of bursting through some heavenly gate to exact revenge the thought definitely crosses his mind. He did not want to think about what would happen to Balthazar's universe if he were taken for torture and Lucifer went to break him from thier prison.

"No, they will never lay a hand on you again." It was a threat, generalized and aggressive, but it dissipates quickly. "I believe that was the original purpose for the lake of fire, to force us to submit to God. It had the opposite effect, and is a portion of the reason I am a King."

He went on voice gentle and soothing. "When I have recovered, perhaps I can heal the scars that remain. I will try if you wish."

Lucifer pulled the other angel closer, the flicker of angelic within burning brighter. The declaration felt like the world stopped, his heart and breathing definitely skipped.

"Then, I will be yours." The words were immediately followed by a slow, loving kiss. He felt dizzy from the emotions, pain, and exhaustion, had to lay back or blackout, and pulled the angel onto the couch with him.