Day 89 - 1140 words - Prompt: Underwater

[mekachu04]

he hits the surface like a connon balls, tucked in tight to reduce the chances of something getting ripped over when he hits the waves, and sinking deeply, swiftly.

Thw ater below is just as turbulant, debre tporn free from the ground below and dragged up; the splintering refugee baots on the surface battered and shoved down. in the growing maelstom, there is no longer and up or down, the storm as dark above as the forever below. thankfully, he doesn't need to see and more than he needs to hear, and he strached outside his sinking corpreal form to find his target.

then, might wings strached, he used them to surve the currents and pull himself deeper. most call his wings that of a swam - and it's a mighty fine comparason, one Azirpahle doesn't argue with at all. he rather likes swans, angrey buggers though they may be. but in truth, if any worldly bird shares a wing design to him, it's the northern gannet, albeat an albino gannet. his wings are large and strong, yes, but azirpahle as discovered that while he can fly just fine, his are really disigned more for swimming under the waves, for diving excessive depths. when taking to the air poroved harder and harder to do without attracting the hamns attention, taking to the water was still likely the only excersize azirpahle did for fun.

unfortuylt, he tended to stear clear of debree fiedls when out for a leasurly swim, and he typically wasn't chasing after the bound, sinking form of a friend.

Crolwey had found it a riot to get a group of humans all wriled up to the point htey'd attempt to burn him as a witch - it being faily easy for the demon to dummon hellflames to override the human ones, and leaving him unscathed. a practive azirpahle strongly dissaporved of, the least of reaosn bing htat if somehting whent wrong, the hellfire would make it nearly impossible for him to step in and help. He also disapoved of taungthing the humans to the point of murder.

"They're gonna light *somebody* on fire angel, you can't stop them. Atleast it's me, and not some poor woman who turned dared to know more about anythign then the menfolk. atleast if they try to light me on fire, i can scare them out of trying it a second time. Trust me, works every time. once one lady walks out of the fire, nobody really wants to know who else in town can do the same."

unfortuyly for crowley, this town picked dropping him in the deepest part of the ocean that humans yet knew off. and becuase it was corlwey, and when it came to the demon, when it rained - it poured. and the trip would be cut prematurly short by an extratropical cyclone sweaping by, catching the expedidtion in it's path.

crolwey, as well as all the huans on baord, where now sinking in the waters. azirpahle knew who he should be saving, but the voyage was a crew of men thinking htey where drowening a woman for witchcraft, and even if it wasn't crowley that had been charged of such a chime, this particular angel would still be saving the witch.

it was dangerous, messing with witches, but he'd much rather risk crossing on of them by trying to protect the villages ostrozised, than align with the ones throwing htem overbaod or into fires int he first place. Sandlephons latewt contribution to histry might have been organtizing the witchfinders - and such, it fell onto azirpahle as the field agent to hand out assignments - but he didn't do it with any particular joy, and was quite ready for the whole lot to fade into obsurity.

(by the 20th centruty they mostly had, with a few straggleone that where less interested in burning witches and more interested in tryingot to convice otheres they where real in the first place. the last generation of two where mostly sad lost men who had spent their youth being indoctuataed by the last dregs of a crumbling cult, with no real world skills to find their way out of it. most of them where half mad, and azirpahle could sence to real malicous intnet in them, mostly just a profound sence of lost, and he vowed to look after the once unable to reintergrate into society unstil the dwinded into obscuirty.)

boaund in a way cutting him off from his own powers, cirwley was unable to save himself, and was preparing to discoreate, be flung back to hell to be tormented until they got tired of him, and kicked him back to earth. he did a .. ewll, bad... job up here so unlitmatly, the wouldn't wait too long, but there was always the change they would forget about him, or the humans would do somehting truly impired, and crolwey had no way of taking ownership of it.

there was always the very real fear Hell would figur eout earth was plenty rotten without him, and they might not send him back up at all. after all, too many didn't undertand the point of low grade evil to the masses, and only hte tryuly poindesxtious would ever notice the difference if it came ot runnign the numbers.

but before he could contimplate it much more, a great beast wrapped around him, and htey where being rocked in another dirredtion so fast he might have lost his lunch if he'd eaten anyting in the last few weeks. they broke the surface for a moment, crowley letting in a great breath as azirpahle reamined bleow, studding the bindings.

crolwey spat otu lugfuls of water - if the bindings where to have stayed on, he would of died still, later, from water in the lungs, but azirpahel was able to free him even as the waaves overtook thema gain, and crowley spread his own wings under the water to balance himself.

the winds would make it too risks to fly - all matter of things wipping in the air, but once they cleared this area of the ocean, the could swim deeper, under the storm. they followed the whales for a time, trusting the massive animals to know the way, since they would have to surpahse too eventually, and each time the herd came for air, the seas got calmer and calmer.

finally, spawled on the back of a great massive northern atlantic right whale, the two rested for a moemnt, carefully checked the other over for injures. satasfied once the other had been topped back up to tiptop condition, they would thank their friend for the help, azriapohle blessing the herd, crolwey hexing the water around them should humans try to hunt this particular family, and then the would fly back until they saw shoer, before finish the trip skipping in and out of hte waves.