Hell Reverse - Part 6

Baal hissed, cradling her arm against her chest. Lucifer was unfazed, and tugged her wrist back towards him. He was armed with a wad of batting and some sort of bubbling concoction. It stung pretty bad, but the blood wasn't pouring out of her arm anymore. It wasn't clotting either, as her peeling skin worked to piece itself back together. Baal bit back a growl, and sank her teeth into her lip.

"You have a terrible pain tolerance." Lucifer did not look up at her. He was so absorbed in his task that Baal could flat out stare at him without receiving so much as a scowl. It might have been intentional for all she knew, a distraction at best. Baal focused on hating him for his perfectly long, curled eyelashes instead. It just wasn't natural.

"Pain tolerance wasn't a prerequisite. " She growled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Her wrist was beginning to bloom in shades of purple, and Lucifer only held tighter.

"This is going to take twice as long if you keep squirming."

"It hurts." She did not whine. Princes of Hell did not whine, but she was awfully close to it.

"Well, yes. What else did you expect in result." He dropped the batting and poured directly from the bottle. The burning was so much worse than before, and it only took a few moments before Baal began to see spots in her vision. "You're lucky you didn't lose an arm."

He wasn't wrong. She had gone and played mouse in a cat and mouse game, after all.