[ Feel something? For some sinner who's getting his just desserts by way of being Alastor's— well, hopefully not desserts, Lucifer would really prefer to think this is the first meal of the day, but the point remains that this is just one more sinner meeting his well-earned fate. When the unfortunate demon scrapes across the ground, Lucifer only moves out of the way so he's not in reach of the man's desperately flailing arms. No need to get his clothes dirty here, Alastor's already got the whole bloody mess thing covered. ]

I feel put off my lunch! [ Yeah, a distinct unpleasant roiling of his stomach is going on here. Good thing it's been a while since breakfast, he only feels a little like gagging. Maybe finding some bleach and tossing it all over the scene until there's less viscera stinking the place up. ] I can't believe you're just going at him, you don't even know where he's been. What if he's diseased or something?

[ This is a sinner, after all! You can never tell what disgusting habits they've been up to! ]