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mekachu04it's a competition between which is louder; the beating of Crowley's heart or the dripping of demonic blood.
He's still staked in place, the occult array active - even more powerful now that it’s been soaked with gallons of split fuel from Hastur's cronies - and dampening his own abilities just as much as the infernal nails driven into his fleshy form. One of the spikes that was driven though his shoulder has torn the limb completely free, but if Crowley can survive this circle, he can grow it back as soon as he's recovered. his limbs aren't real anyway, so he can grow them back as many times as he pleases, later.
Hastur, great big coward he is, already fled when the smiting began, and Crowley is left alone with the bright holy power of an angel.
His occult senses are too muddled by the combined power of his own pain the array. but he is a snake at heart and his sense of smell is second only to his ability to imagine new things. The air is heavy with pain and fear and death and rot. but more than that is the sharp wet taste of acidic grace, with a under taste of musty paper and damp wood.
and the hint of wet rabbit fur and there is another demon here!
Crowley tries to lift himself up, spitting blood from his throat has he tried to warn his angel - tried to raise an alarm before the other demon can strike - and there is one of the Legion standing over him, reaching out to grab a stake driven though his chest, and Crowley snarls, hisses, spits.
Legion yanks the stake free, and Crowley can feel the array unraveling around him like a dropped knit stitch, the force keeping him powerless also keeping the agony at bay, ad he weeps as nerves begin to re-knit and he can feel more acutely what has been done to him. the wards also fall away, and Legion scrambles aside as Aziraphale surges forward, a miraculous clean hand pressing against him, ethereal power seeping in to chase away the pain.
he's drawn up into gore spattered arms, head tucked under the soft jawline of his own guardian angel as his lifted with ease from his prison. He sees Legion skirting around in the corners, uneasy. But Aziraphale literally pays him no mind, and strides out of this awful place with a single backward glance. it's only once they are in the cool morning air that Crowley looks up. Aziraphale hasn't looked at him yet, not really, eyes and senses stretching out, high alert for danger. He can feel the tension ripping under his earthly corporation, high strung and bow tight.
it's legion his gives his attention to first, the young faced demon sticking to the shadows of nearly by trees. He says nothing, but the demon answers the question anyway, "I don't sense anyone watching..."
There is a torrent of power then unleashed with a snap of perfectly trimmed angelic fingers, as Aziraphale pulls down a miracle, his smiting leveling the old building that had just housed a flurry of demonic activity for the last few months. There is nothing Heaven can accuse him of, even dismissed from their service, no one can argue against the use of Heavenly resources to wash such a stain from the surface of Earth.
there is a second Legion now, and Crowley feels his own trebitation percolating, but the two are only clinging to each other, properly awed by the use of such power. Neither side usually has agents on earth with the ability to unleash such a torrent, and if's a terrifying enough thing to witness your own side preform such a move; never mind to be in the presence of a hereditary enemy who unleashed it with nary a thought.
They look properly terrified of Aziraphale, a look that Crowley isn't sure he's seen on the faces of either side; a shame really, because His angel is worthy of it. But it means something different to Aziraphale than it does to Crowley. The his beloved angel, such looks break his heart and make him feel small. They don't make him feel powerful, but instead make him feel like a monster. Crowley is careful not to let adoration ever grace his on features when in the presence of an unleashed Principality.
"I am indebted to you," Aziraphale says finally to the... trio... as he secures his hold on Crowley, a firm but gentle grip. the multiplying Legion - they always look more confidant in groups - blink back at him in unison, but say nothing to contradict him. It's a fragile, rare thing - a debt that spans both sides. But the legion are many lives the way neither tradition side are, and ti makes them more open
What's being offered here looks like a tit-for-tat that has been being played out among the two transitional sides side the very beginning, but the Legion are naylived enough to know this is something else. This is more than just a scratch-back situation, and more of an olive branch. While Crowley and Aziraphale maybe unique to both sides, they are not the only ones who have found a fascination with earth, just the only ones that have allowed it to overtake their loyalties.
it will be harder for other angels to follow this path, but demons are demons for the simple fact that they have done this already. they have done exactly what Aziraphale had done, and they had been horrible burned for it. But... but Crowley showed them that while they may have been burned once, it didn't mean that it meant they should never try again, and to fall back into line with the demented version of what they'd lost in the first place.
They had been rejected by Heaven, but had let that status quo rebuild itself in hell. Crowley simply showed them that they didn't have to. that they could rebel again. and they could keep rebelling, over and over and over. they could keep on saying that no. they didn't like this. try again.
and after six thousand years, some of them where starting to take those careful steps. they didn't understand humans the way Crowley and Aziraphale did. but they liked them. they thought they where fun and cleaver and interesting.
There would be Dukes and Princes and Lords that likes the status quo, and they would do everything they could to keep the rules in place. But that didn't mean they where right. and if Legion, or others decided they didn't want to play by the rules of Hell and more, Aziraphale and Crowley would be happy to try and help.
there would be rules - there where always going to be rules though. but... Earth was now a third side they could explore.
And if they didn't like that - well there where an awful lot of planets out there. They could make as Many sides as they needed.
He's still staked in place, the occult array active - even more powerful now that it’s been soaked with gallons of split fuel from Hastur's cronies - and dampening his own abilities just as much as the infernal nails driven into his fleshy form. One of the spikes that was driven though his shoulder has torn the limb completely free, but if Crowley can survive this circle, he can grow it back as soon as he's recovered. his limbs aren't real anyway, so he can grow them back as many times as he pleases, later.
Hastur, great big coward he is, already fled when the smiting began, and Crowley is left alone with the bright holy power of an angel.
His occult senses are too muddled by the combined power of his own pain the array. but he is a snake at heart and his sense of smell is second only to his ability to imagine new things. The air is heavy with pain and fear and death and rot. but more than that is the sharp wet taste of acidic grace, with a under taste of musty paper and damp wood.
and the hint of wet rabbit fur and there is another demon here!
Crowley tries to lift himself up, spitting blood from his throat has he tried to warn his angel - tried to raise an alarm before the other demon can strike - and there is one of the Legion standing over him, reaching out to grab a stake driven though his chest, and Crowley snarls, hisses, spits.
Legion yanks the stake free, and Crowley can feel the array unraveling around him like a dropped knit stitch, the force keeping him powerless also keeping the agony at bay, ad he weeps as nerves begin to re-knit and he can feel more acutely what has been done to him. the wards also fall away, and Legion scrambles aside as Aziraphale surges forward, a miraculous clean hand pressing against him, ethereal power seeping in to chase away the pain.
he's drawn up into gore spattered arms, head tucked under the soft jawline of his own guardian angel as his lifted with ease from his prison. He sees Legion skirting around in the corners, uneasy. But Aziraphale literally pays him no mind, and strides out of this awful place with a single backward glance. it's only once they are in the cool morning air that Crowley looks up. Aziraphale hasn't looked at him yet, not really, eyes and senses stretching out, high alert for danger. He can feel the tension ripping under his earthly corporation, high strung and bow tight.
it's legion his gives his attention to first, the young faced demon sticking to the shadows of nearly by trees. He says nothing, but the demon answers the question anyway, "I don't sense anyone watching..."
There is a torrent of power then unleashed with a snap of perfectly trimmed angelic fingers, as Aziraphale pulls down a miracle, his smiting leveling the old building that had just housed a flurry of demonic activity for the last few months. There is nothing Heaven can accuse him of, even dismissed from their service, no one can argue against the use of Heavenly resources to wash such a stain from the surface of Earth.
there is a second Legion now, and Crowley feels his own trebitation percolating, but the two are only clinging to each other, properly awed by the use of such power. Neither side usually has agents on earth with the ability to unleash such a torrent, and if's a terrifying enough thing to witness your own side preform such a move; never mind to be in the presence of a hereditary enemy who unleashed it with nary a thought.
They look properly terrified of Aziraphale, a look that Crowley isn't sure he's seen on the faces of either side; a shame really, because His angel is worthy of it. But it means something different to Aziraphale than it does to Crowley. The his beloved angel, such looks break his heart and make him feel small. They don't make him feel powerful, but instead make him feel like a monster. Crowley is careful not to let adoration ever grace his on features when in the presence of an unleashed Principality.
"I am indebted to you," Aziraphale says finally to the... trio... as he secures his hold on Crowley, a firm but gentle grip. the multiplying Legion - they always look more confidant in groups - blink back at him in unison, but say nothing to contradict him. It's a fragile, rare thing - a debt that spans both sides. But the legion are many lives the way neither tradition side are, and ti makes them more open
What's being offered here looks like a tit-for-tat that has been being played out among the two transitional sides side the very beginning, but the Legion are naylived enough to know this is something else. This is more than just a scratch-back situation, and more of an olive branch. While Crowley and Aziraphale maybe unique to both sides, they are not the only ones who have found a fascination with earth, just the only ones that have allowed it to overtake their loyalties.
it will be harder for other angels to follow this path, but demons are demons for the simple fact that they have done this already. they have done exactly what Aziraphale had done, and they had been horrible burned for it. But... but Crowley showed them that while they may have been burned once, it didn't mean that it meant they should never try again, and to fall back into line with the demented version of what they'd lost in the first place.
They had been rejected by Heaven, but had let that status quo rebuild itself in hell. Crowley simply showed them that they didn't have to. that they could rebel again. and they could keep rebelling, over and over and over. they could keep on saying that no. they didn't like this. try again.
and after six thousand years, some of them where starting to take those careful steps. they didn't understand humans the way Crowley and Aziraphale did. but they liked them. they thought they where fun and cleaver and interesting.
There would be Dukes and Princes and Lords that likes the status quo, and they would do everything they could to keep the rules in place. But that didn't mean they where right. and if Legion, or others decided they didn't want to play by the rules of Hell and more, Aziraphale and Crowley would be happy to try and help.
there would be rules - there where always going to be rules though. but... Earth was now a third side they could explore.
And if they didn't like that - well there where an awful lot of planets out there. They could make as Many sides as they needed.
