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mekachu04Crowley shuddered where he was kneeling, the hand combing though his hair rough and clumsy. Lucifer had beaten the glasses off his face days ago, leaving him exposed and nervous, eyes darting around the room at every shadow, any chance he had at looking calm and collected stolen from him. the dark lord that he'd fallen in with six thousand years ago had shown odd restraint int he days since he'd been drug back, refusing to allow his council a second attempt at extinguishing him, much to Hastur's eternal disappointment. "you're a demon," the devil had reminded him, "you don't get to have what you want. that's the whole point."
He'd dug his clawed hand into Crowley's head at that. the statement went to both of them.
They'd fallen. they would never get to be happy. the best they could ever wish for is to make sure heaven was never happy either. Which was probably the reason Crowley was still most whole and sane still. destroying him would hurt one angel, yes. but that would make heaven happy. Micheal had been sniffing around more lately after her dalliance with his counsel had left both sides off foot. His sister was looking for a way to hurt their own wayward angel and was trying to gt hell to do it's dirty work.
It was frustrating how many times Lucifer had to remind his demons that hurting this particular angel would be doing heaven a massive favor - so leaving him alone was a bigger blow. too many of his fallen where just too short sighted to understand it. the problem was what to do with Crowley. One of his best, if not unorthodox, demons...
"i wish I'd never given you a chance to prove yourself back in Eden," he muttered, resuming the meditative kneading his claws has started against the demon's skull. "Always so good at your job, my shining star. You just got too bright, didn't you. thought you could outsmart me, have your own little heaven up there, while still claiming loyalty to me....
"what am i going to do with you , little star crawler..."
He'd dug his clawed hand into Crowley's head at that. the statement went to both of them.
They'd fallen. they would never get to be happy. the best they could ever wish for is to make sure heaven was never happy either. Which was probably the reason Crowley was still most whole and sane still. destroying him would hurt one angel, yes. but that would make heaven happy. Micheal had been sniffing around more lately after her dalliance with his counsel had left both sides off foot. His sister was looking for a way to hurt their own wayward angel and was trying to gt hell to do it's dirty work.
It was frustrating how many times Lucifer had to remind his demons that hurting this particular angel would be doing heaven a massive favor - so leaving him alone was a bigger blow. too many of his fallen where just too short sighted to understand it. the problem was what to do with Crowley. One of his best, if not unorthodox, demons...
"i wish I'd never given you a chance to prove yourself back in Eden," he muttered, resuming the meditative kneading his claws has started against the demon's skull. "Always so good at your job, my shining star. You just got too bright, didn't you. thought you could outsmart me, have your own little heaven up there, while still claiming loyalty to me....
"what am i going to do with you , little star crawler..."
