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mekachu04the problem was, the throne could follow what Crowley was doing, but their energy was to similar to the seal holding the other thrones in place and couldn't break though it.
or, cancel it out, which is apparently what was happening, as Quelamia watched him break out another throne.
"Azbuga," Quelamia grated, the two mingling for a moment, the first touch either had in centuries, and Crowley tried to give them the space they clearly needed, not wanting to rush them, but the daunting realization that the angels where not going to be angel to free themselves. It was very likely that he archangels that trapped them i the first place where not able to undo what they had done. the prison had failed to respond to Quelamia's power at all, and Crowley was going to be the only one to undo it.
he could free these angels, and risk never finding Aziraphale.
or he could abandoned Quelamia and Azbuga to the archangels, abandoned the hundred of thrones watching him even now, the air prickling with terrified hope, and leave - to try and find a friend that he had no idea where to look. he'd thought Aziraphale was here, in this hall. that's where it felt like he was, but as far as his eyes could see there was only thrones, and an occasional dominion. no principalities anywhere.
He *could* help these angels. He could *maybe* help Aziraphale.
He approached the next pillar; even then, he would run out of energy eventually. never mind the question of what had stopped time in the first place, and how long would it hold.
He pushes those down, breaking free a third throne. Quelamia called them aside, and soon they and Azbuga are scattering off into the light. the First throne then comes to Crowley's side, helping him find the weak point faster. One buy one, Crowley freed the angels, and Quelamia scattered them throughout the room.
A dozen or so angels down, one of them returned, and Crowley watched them whisper with Quelamia for a time. The Throne then approached the demon. "Crowley, we have a request. A ... priority angel we'd like you to release. We believe they could help us find your angel faster."
"my.. my angel?"
"Yes, i've had them looking for the newer angels that have been imprisoned. we have been trying to establish where in the timeline we are right now, so better figure out which way to travel."
He was so thrown by the fact an angel would think to help him that he didn't move for a moment, until the throne looped a ring around him, herding him away less he mingle with exposed angelic true form.
or, cancel it out, which is apparently what was happening, as Quelamia watched him break out another throne.
"Azbuga," Quelamia grated, the two mingling for a moment, the first touch either had in centuries, and Crowley tried to give them the space they clearly needed, not wanting to rush them, but the daunting realization that the angels where not going to be angel to free themselves. It was very likely that he archangels that trapped them i the first place where not able to undo what they had done. the prison had failed to respond to Quelamia's power at all, and Crowley was going to be the only one to undo it.
he could free these angels, and risk never finding Aziraphale.
or he could abandoned Quelamia and Azbuga to the archangels, abandoned the hundred of thrones watching him even now, the air prickling with terrified hope, and leave - to try and find a friend that he had no idea where to look. he'd thought Aziraphale was here, in this hall. that's where it felt like he was, but as far as his eyes could see there was only thrones, and an occasional dominion. no principalities anywhere.
He *could* help these angels. He could *maybe* help Aziraphale.
He approached the next pillar; even then, he would run out of energy eventually. never mind the question of what had stopped time in the first place, and how long would it hold.
He pushes those down, breaking free a third throne. Quelamia called them aside, and soon they and Azbuga are scattering off into the light. the First throne then comes to Crowley's side, helping him find the weak point faster. One buy one, Crowley freed the angels, and Quelamia scattered them throughout the room.
A dozen or so angels down, one of them returned, and Crowley watched them whisper with Quelamia for a time. The Throne then approached the demon. "Crowley, we have a request. A ... priority angel we'd like you to release. We believe they could help us find your angel faster."
"my.. my angel?"
"Yes, i've had them looking for the newer angels that have been imprisoned. we have been trying to establish where in the timeline we are right now, so better figure out which way to travel."
He was so thrown by the fact an angel would think to help him that he didn't move for a moment, until the throne looped a ring around him, herding him away less he mingle with exposed angelic true form.
