Vega
Vega looked utterly disinterested in the paper, to the point he didn't even note its disappearance. The one thing that mattered was the archangel resting on his body. Despite being a mirror to his splendor at best, she was his mirror. She alone was the one that made his eyes sparkle with something.
"My, my. My, my, my, my, my... Lucy, you should have made two more."
Before she could even mewl, his hand smacked her supple rear with a sound that reverbrated through the whole bar. Her ass rippled against his hand, and the harsh touch sparked through her core until she was pushed further against him. Only when she was even closer did he put the collar on her with a deliberately slow motion, though by then his glance was not looking at her, but the debauched demon.
"The strongest? What an amusing trifle. And why should I care? If you accounted for my existence, there would be no need for something like this. This event is a wisecrack at best." He played with the Archangel's ass and tits, all while teasing her in all the right spots. Even when intoxicated by pride, drink and pleasurer, it was clear he had a deep understanding of the body's marvels.
"I don't need to prove anything to anyone, nor do I need the mindless praise of sheep to affirm my existance. I am great, therefore I am. So if I fight, it is because I choose so. If I fuck, it is because I choose so." Yet suddenly, he spanked the archangel again, harder this time, to push her against his leg and get her off in a most depraved sinful way. "And if choose to bend this useless woman over the table and breed her until all districts hear her moans, it will be for my ears and my pleasure. But I suppose testing my mettle against a demon god could be amusing."