Dragged Away

Wednesday, 6 November
Prompt:	Dragged Away	1720	WordCount:	740

"Stupid, short sighted Humans.

The room is dark and dingy; light bulbs shattered in thier fixtures and candles snuffed out with the force of her entrance. Poorly drawn summon circles lay cracked and broken at her feet; drawn to bring her to the surface, but failing the sigils needed to hold her or bind her power. She never gave them a chance to speak, snuffing out their lifes like the black candles sitting points on the circle. Serves them right, poor plan and bad timing. She was /actually/ busy.

Serves them right.

She does need to get back to Hell, but these humans /did/ have her name,a dn that jsut would not do. She rummaged though their notes, tearing a few pages out for her own records, and a few to be properly distroyed back down in hell. Most of them are just plain incoreect, she notices with frsturation. How they managed to do anything right, the demon had no idea. How they’d ever won /Her/ favour she’d never understood.

However, some where along the right idea. the summoning circle for starters. It was perfect. She was about to tear it out when a wayward thought came to mind. It wouldn’t take much to alter these. Never to hold a demon, she was smarter than to give humans such knowledge. But it wouldn’t take much to tweek them to hold soemthing a little .. holier. And add a note to add a ring of holy oil outside it for re-enforcemnt.

She smiled, looking down at her additions.

And then maybe give them a specific name to summon. It would serve the two of them right, the traitors, she thought smuggly. Dagon, lord of the files, hell’s keeper of knowledge, sketched out a new trap, carefully writing out the true name of a much loathed angel intot he page. The traintr and Principalit might be off limits to heaven or hell, but /humans/

Well, they where fair game. Those two wanted to defend humanity? fine. lets see how humanity /really/ feels about them. She left one last note in the margin; be sure to have matches ready for lighting the holy oil.


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It was approaching christmas, nine-teen ninty one.

They should of been safe now, at least for a bit. The world had not ended, and the Host of Heaven and the Hoards of Hell had retreated for interal reviews, trying to find out when and where the plan had gotten off tracks.

He'd been on the bus of all places, trying to help de-stress the holidays shoppers, when he felt a /pull/. It felt a little like then Heaven was looking for him, but this /burned/ and he pressed a hand to his chest, uneasy. He didn't /need/ to breathe, which was a very good thing, becuase it became very hard to do so.

Faintly, he could hear another passanger asking if he was alright, and he tried to reassure them he was fine.

And then the burning turned to /pain/ and his vision when white in agony. If he had any air in his lungs, he would of scremed.

-

when he could breath again, the first thing he notcied was the smell of damp stone. and while his head was spinning and he felt dizzy, Aziraphale was certain he was no longer moving. his vision started to return and he confirmted, this looked mroe like a basement of sorts than the number nine bus.

He had fallen to the floor, and was staring up at a unremarkable unfinished ceiling, water pipes running exposed overhead. His etherial sences where muted however, and while he felt the poinding in head head quiet clearly, the rest of him felt numb. He could though, faintly, hear hushed voices nearby.

Strainging, he pushed himelf until he was sitting upright, looking around in confusion. He felt ... durnk ... but when he tried to mircicle himself sober, not only did nothing change, the magic didn't respond to his request. He did manager to blink away some of the fuzzy in his head, looking at two humans whispering about him jsut a few feet away.

"" 'm sorry to, uh, sorry... Where .. Would you gentleman happen to know where I am?""

For a long moment, neighter of them said anything. In fact, one turned awy, and left the room, and it looked liek the other was going to do the same. But he paused at the threshold, looking back at azirpahale, before saying one, unhealpful word, before walking out of sight.

""Earth."""