Blade in hand, Lucifer looked down at the mess by his feet, and with a crush of his heel made it whole again.
The boy's mouth hung slack - his tongue heavy with the echoes of screams that stopped long ago.
His eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the storm-scarred ceiling of the cage - a prayer without passion.
His weight draped lazily from his chained hands, but his back stayed arched toward his tormenter - a reaction carved into the lines of his body.
Well, this just wouldn't do. Dismayed, Lucifer crouched beside the boy pensively. He grabbed his chin and tried to look him in the eye, but to no avail. With a heavy sigh, he ran his fingers gingerly through the boy's hair. There was no point to a pet that wouldn't play.
Then, an idea. A brilliant idea. A glorious and magnificent idea. Lucifer was actually a bit disappointed he hadn't thought of it sooner. With a wave of his hand, the chains disappeared and the boy crumpled into himself. He stayed that way for what seemed like ages. But then, slowly, the pile of limbs began to rearrange itself - its mouth gaping in confusion - its eyes roaming frantically for understanding. With a frenzy of motion, it stood up in what seemed like a mockery of human form. It had no meaning.
With a smile, Lucifer grabbed the figure by its shoulders, and the figure tentatively smiled back. Then, with subtlety only the devil could manage, Lucifer slid his blade into his creation's hand.
He rejoiced as the smile on its face turned rabid and its eyes narrowed with purpose.
He grinned through his grunt when he felt the blade slide between his ribs.
Lucifer had before him a promising new animal. This was going to be fun.