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mekachu04he cant see anything, a darkness so absolute it chokes him. He wonders if he's still senseless - the blow his his corperation so sudden he was taken completely by surprise.
Well. Sort of. He had not known a blow would come, but he'd been waiting for them to restain him somehow. he just pictureed it more like crolwy, tied and gagged and being carried away from him in an instant. he'd knonw that soemthing would be coming, but he'd forgotten, heat trapped usellessly in his thraot as he made to recuse his friend - the plan thorwn out in the wind in an instant.
hense, a blow so sound he'd discoved unconsiousness for the first time in his creation. coming too from it , alreading in hell - he wan't sure he was actually awake.
hell. the one place in all of existance the Almighty was not, and it /hurt/ to even exist in such a vacumn. every etheral since he had was maimed and cut off from him, leaving him floundering to se ehte world though crowley's tempterd corperation. centures of familour demonic wiles served as a buffer betwwen him and the oppresiver nothing he was marched though, desperatly taking the world in though the dark glass perched in front of unblinking eyes. crowely saw eveything, wither he had wanted to or not, and now it was his turn to witness the dispare and hurt running deep below heaven's reach. it was only corely's very skin that kept him from suffucating and falling to his knees in greif.
he can't see anything with his ture eyes - even on earth he couls sence so much from humanity with them. here it feels like ewaach one has been gouges out and left hollow. corlwey's mouth - unigue even in it's human camifloge, tastes the air ina way his never did, and the misory of the place sticks thickly in his nose.
by the time he's marched infront of Hell's coart, he's gotten it under control, channeling the bravato he's never had, pullig everyhting he's learned about crowley to the surface tp play his part.
later, later in the quiet of earth, resting under to backdrop of a vibrate night sky next to a beatifuly restoried vintage car, azirpahels thoughts will drift away. he's heart will sink as he recalls the oppersive home that the fallen have been forced into.
he'll wonder how often micheal was down there, to adapt to it so qiuickly? to walk around openly like she didn't notice the open wounds of those around her, left to fester and rot. how she didn't seem to even rejistar the lack of their creator as she poured Holywater out for the audiance, ready to unmake what even God had let be.
how long had they played him for the sucker?
well, in the end, looks like he got the last laguh
Well. Sort of. He had not known a blow would come, but he'd been waiting for them to restain him somehow. he just pictureed it more like crolwy, tied and gagged and being carried away from him in an instant. he'd knonw that soemthing would be coming, but he'd forgotten, heat trapped usellessly in his thraot as he made to recuse his friend - the plan thorwn out in the wind in an instant.
hense, a blow so sound he'd discoved unconsiousness for the first time in his creation. coming too from it , alreading in hell - he wan't sure he was actually awake.
hell. the one place in all of existance the Almighty was not, and it /hurt/ to even exist in such a vacumn. every etheral since he had was maimed and cut off from him, leaving him floundering to se ehte world though crowley's tempterd corperation. centures of familour demonic wiles served as a buffer betwwen him and the oppresiver nothing he was marched though, desperatly taking the world in though the dark glass perched in front of unblinking eyes. crowely saw eveything, wither he had wanted to or not, and now it was his turn to witness the dispare and hurt running deep below heaven's reach. it was only corely's very skin that kept him from suffucating and falling to his knees in greif.
he can't see anything with his ture eyes - even on earth he couls sence so much from humanity with them. here it feels like ewaach one has been gouges out and left hollow. corlwey's mouth - unigue even in it's human camifloge, tastes the air ina way his never did, and the misory of the place sticks thickly in his nose.
by the time he's marched infront of Hell's coart, he's gotten it under control, channeling the bravato he's never had, pullig everyhting he's learned about crowley to the surface tp play his part.
later, later in the quiet of earth, resting under to backdrop of a vibrate night sky next to a beatifuly restoried vintage car, azirpahels thoughts will drift away. he's heart will sink as he recalls the oppersive home that the fallen have been forced into.
he'll wonder how often micheal was down there, to adapt to it so qiuickly? to walk around openly like she didn't notice the open wounds of those around her, left to fester and rot. how she didn't seem to even rejistar the lack of their creator as she poured Holywater out for the audiance, ready to unmake what even God had let be.
how long had they played him for the sucker?
well, in the end, looks like he got the last laguh
