The level of brutality was nothing new and Luke was all too used to the pain but it was far better and easier to recover then the damage he could do to the rest of his body while pinning his down. No, it was much better to be chocked on a cock till he was teary-eyed and feeling his throat all raw as he was taken over and over but he made sure to work hard to play to the image of the defiled angel all too desperate for cock until he felt the other blow his load. Finally. It had been a bit of a gamble about whether or not he would get into trouble for being where he wasn't supposed to but it seemed he was going to alright after all as he was thrown out on his ass from the room. The moment he even left he found himself desperately wanting to get back in there. His goal has been to get the one that looked like him and his obsession from seeing his goal so close and yet out of his grasp was enough to make him grit his teeth and be all the more persistent.<br/><br/>No, he would find a way to get to the angel and it didn't matter if he had to deal with a bunch of disgusting types to do it, as he had endured plenty of pain to even get this far and he wasn't scared to backstab anyone to get his way. Luke managed to catch his breath and swallow the best he could as use the blood from the corner of his mouth where things had gotten a little too rough to mark the edge of the door to that led to the room. It was almost blended into the material but he knew this complicated layout of Hell it would be mean he would be able to get back to it when no one was around. Now he would just have to watch and learn the routine as there was no way that they would bother standing guard all the time and he would have to find a way to get access even if it meant appealing to Lucifer himself.<br/><br/>He got himself up off the floor and got himself presentable enough to head to the party, the small injury being the only telling sign that something had occurred but he felt like it had been all worth it. The question was how much more could he milk out the demon he had charmed enough to take him to the party, and maybe there was a way to have them start bickeringg enough over the prize so he could sneak right in and take it. It was simple, the angel in that locked room belonged to him, and his mind refused to believe anything else as his obsession continued to fester further even as he slipped on a smile for the new title being handed off.