Day 33 - 803 words - Prompt: i cant see

[mekachu04]

"did… did Micheal know you could see?" "I always believed so," (prince) murmured sadly, looking at Heavens newest prisoner, form contorted in agony before being frozen for eternity. Unlike the pillars of the great hall, this one was a simpler affair, almost unnoticeable with the fake facade - or in this case, true pillar - mirroring it on the otherwise of the entryway to the archangels private areas. meditative areas, they claimed. honestly, the true nature of the area beyond was something for Prince and the other thrones to deal with; the only part Crowley cares about was the mutilated celestial that had been hidden away, yet on display as a sick trophy one the archangels knew about. they'd put his angel on display right under everyone's noses. but it seemed that they're pride has not been without a price, yet another one Aziraphale had been forced to pay. blank voids ripples in space to look at them, but no eyes stared back, all of them haven been blinded at some point. Aziraphale's form swirled in a vaguely humanoid shape, a tell of his millennia in such a body, but even then, the place where his face would have been was nothing more then an open angry wound, gaping accusingly back at him. Crowley caressed the barrier between him and the angel, biting his lips to hold back the string of ugly words that would do nothing to help at this time. he couldn't let it go - not yet. there was once thing, one thing he had to clear up with Prince before he could go on. He was a demon - he shouldn't care. But he did. "You could have hidden this from me. I've barely freed any of your lot. Why not hid him until I'd done more?" "Do not think me as selfless as that Demon Crowley. I let you free four of my fellow dissenters before i brought you here." "four. FOUR? oh, yeas, how cruel of you, to string me along for four angels out of thousands more to go" he snarled, bitter and angry, and not really sure who he was lashing out at the moment as sarcasms tainted his words. Did these angels even know what sarcasm was? "I believe we have enough now that we will not easily be swept away again. We will try avoiding a full on rebellion, but there are enough of us now to cause a shift in the statue quo that was been heaven for... to long. More would be wonderfully to have, but there is also a sad truth that i muss face. "You don't have the power to free many more. I think you have enough left for one, but that... may be all. At least i you want to retain enough power to still be able to escape when time begins it march once again. I could have let you go on, destroy yourself freeing the others. but when you i even get another demon back here to help me? "You see - it's purely a calculated move. no feelings involved, yours or mine." "You think i would come back, even if.. Aziraphale was free. that i'd come back and help you?" "The fact you helped us at all proves that you would be open to such an arrangement. So consider this a simply apart of that." "An arrangement..." "From what i have come to understand, you have held a very successful arrangement with another angel in the past, one that you both came out ...much better for have entered." "You overheard a lot int hat hall did you?" "Not a thing. but i saw much. And even angels say quite a bit without words." Prince nudged Crowley to the pillar, solemn. "Can you feel the other part of this, Crowley? The rest of the mystery?" The ripples opened, one on either side of his hand on the smooth clear prison. like Aziraphale knew he was there, and was greeting him in the only way he could. "Have you figured out why you couldn't find him - why he felt like he was everywhere to you?" "Because you where everywhere..." Crowley realized, his vision swimming as tears gathered against his will, ""You bastard, you the one who stopped time..." "More like he's holding it in a headlock." Prince conceded . "Even blinded, I can feel him stretching past the prison. I'm not sure even i can describe who when's done, but... i'm fairly certain that it will only hold until you free him. After that, there should be enough of my thrones left that we can cover the two of you returning to earth. There'll be enough chaos here foe a bit that the archangels won't have the ability to bother you for some time." "You hear that angel," Crowley smiled, ignoring the fresh wave of tears on his cheeks, "it's time to go home."