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mekachu04As he looked across the pillars of angels, looking at them, watching him in return, he fought down equal measure of rage and dispair.
Heaven had not been the good guys for a very long time, a fact Crowley had never disputed. But this.. This was beyond the pale. legions of angels hidden away for eternity.
Something that could have happened at anytime to his own angel, and he never would have known. something that MIGHT HAVE happened to his own angel, looking out on the see of prisoners, yet no spark of his own friend anywhere.
and he damned the archangels, he cursed god, and help back his own tears of frustration. because... because he might be a demon.. but he couldn't just leave. Aziraphale was possibly here, but he might not be. and Crowley knew he couldn't turn his back now. as long as time was suspended, he couldn't just ... leave them to this.
He was going to have to ... he was doing to have to set aside saving Aziraphale, in order to try and free an flock of strangers, all who might smite him at any point, because... well why wouldn't they. he didn't know them. they didn't know him.
He was just.. a demon, after all.
he focus on the binding of the first angel he'd found, feeling out the elements woven into existence in front of him not unlike how he'd broken the spell on the pillars. ti was like someone had stuffed the angel in a marble tube, then poured in resin that filled every dimension except the ones with the eyes.
there was no emotion to them, just swiveling eyes that tracked his movements, a ripple in space as they opened and closed. he didn't know how much control the angel had on the eyes, but it was clear that the outer pillar had something to it to mask their presence. with out the stone, more and more popped into this dimension.
it should be nerve wreaking, being watched so intently. but they didn't seem demanding, or urgent. if anything they watched him with a mix of humor and pity - like they didn't expect him to succeed, but it's not like they had anything else to focus on in the mean time.
Crowley could feel the straight starting to get to him, following threads that didn't belong as he searched for a week spot, a pressure building in his head. it was solid work, meticulously laid. But he'd crawled into Eden. he knew that all it took was the slightest weak spot. just the right bit of pressure, a spark of occultist power to the space between atoms and then....
He was thrown, quite painfully, into a angel behind him as the world around him flashed with heaven's wrath and wings and wheel and flames exploded into existence. there where no human words for (species), more concept than physical, and Crowley winced as he drug his corporation back upright to stare down at the newly freed angel.
it was staring right back a him, oozing confusion, and disbelieving, true form expanding out after being compacted for Crowley didn't know how long. the angel didn't even seem to realize, too flabbergasted that Crowley had succeed.
it never was more apparent until then that time was still frozen, the eyes are locked unblinking at the two of them, no sound in existence except the new burning of an ethereal core alight again after centures (at least)
"Demon..." it said finally, and Crowley flinched at the unfiltered voice of heaven ripping into his brain. the (species) adujested itself; Crowley assumed it was putting itself back into rights, but he couldn't recall at the moment what they usually looked like in the first place, she had no frame of reference. instead he adjusted his glasses against the holy glow and check to make sure his ears wheren't bleeding.
The angel must had gotten the hint, because when it spoke again, it was the bell chimes of an angelic whisper, "Why?"
"if it was just one of you, than i figure you musta done something wrong."" he said finally, standing back up with a wince, "But... this many? I knew something was rotten in heaven, but this is too many."
"It is a sin to question the Archangels."
"Then you should have fallen. because this... this is torture. Locked up and forgotten? we don't even do that."
Heaven had not been the good guys for a very long time, a fact Crowley had never disputed. But this.. This was beyond the pale. legions of angels hidden away for eternity.
Something that could have happened at anytime to his own angel, and he never would have known. something that MIGHT HAVE happened to his own angel, looking out on the see of prisoners, yet no spark of his own friend anywhere.
and he damned the archangels, he cursed god, and help back his own tears of frustration. because... because he might be a demon.. but he couldn't just leave. Aziraphale was possibly here, but he might not be. and Crowley knew he couldn't turn his back now. as long as time was suspended, he couldn't just ... leave them to this.
He was going to have to ... he was doing to have to set aside saving Aziraphale, in order to try and free an flock of strangers, all who might smite him at any point, because... well why wouldn't they. he didn't know them. they didn't know him.
He was just.. a demon, after all.
he focus on the binding of the first angel he'd found, feeling out the elements woven into existence in front of him not unlike how he'd broken the spell on the pillars. ti was like someone had stuffed the angel in a marble tube, then poured in resin that filled every dimension except the ones with the eyes.
there was no emotion to them, just swiveling eyes that tracked his movements, a ripple in space as they opened and closed. he didn't know how much control the angel had on the eyes, but it was clear that the outer pillar had something to it to mask their presence. with out the stone, more and more popped into this dimension.
it should be nerve wreaking, being watched so intently. but they didn't seem demanding, or urgent. if anything they watched him with a mix of humor and pity - like they didn't expect him to succeed, but it's not like they had anything else to focus on in the mean time.
Crowley could feel the straight starting to get to him, following threads that didn't belong as he searched for a week spot, a pressure building in his head. it was solid work, meticulously laid. But he'd crawled into Eden. he knew that all it took was the slightest weak spot. just the right bit of pressure, a spark of occultist power to the space between atoms and then....
He was thrown, quite painfully, into a angel behind him as the world around him flashed with heaven's wrath and wings and wheel and flames exploded into existence. there where no human words for (species), more concept than physical, and Crowley winced as he drug his corporation back upright to stare down at the newly freed angel.
it was staring right back a him, oozing confusion, and disbelieving, true form expanding out after being compacted for Crowley didn't know how long. the angel didn't even seem to realize, too flabbergasted that Crowley had succeed.
it never was more apparent until then that time was still frozen, the eyes are locked unblinking at the two of them, no sound in existence except the new burning of an ethereal core alight again after centures (at least)
"Demon..." it said finally, and Crowley flinched at the unfiltered voice of heaven ripping into his brain. the (species) adujested itself; Crowley assumed it was putting itself back into rights, but he couldn't recall at the moment what they usually looked like in the first place, she had no frame of reference. instead he adjusted his glasses against the holy glow and check to make sure his ears wheren't bleeding.
The angel must had gotten the hint, because when it spoke again, it was the bell chimes of an angelic whisper, "Why?"
"if it was just one of you, than i figure you musta done something wrong."" he said finally, standing back up with a wince, "But... this many? I knew something was rotten in heaven, but this is too many."
"It is a sin to question the Archangels."
"Then you should have fallen. because this... this is torture. Locked up and forgotten? we don't even do that."
