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Day 35 - 251 words - Prompt: betryal
"i don't think you understand how much you've hurt us, Aziraphale "
the battered angel could to little more than shrug, head spinning from the last blow Sandelphon had delivered. At this point he knew trying to correct his former bosses was a worthless endevour and energy was best saved for thinking a way out of the current ordeal.
if only he could he could get his head to stay on one thought long enough to think of a plan.
Crowley lay bound and gagged at his feet, but thankfully mostly forgotten. He glared venomously up at the archangels but remained quiet and calculating.
Gabriel clasped his hand on Aziraphale's shoulder, oblivious to the dark look on Crowley's face as watched his nightmares playout out in real time.
"we were family, Aziraphale , and..." Aziraphale whimpered as the grip turned painful, "you played us, for suckers, for thousands of years."
"i-i-i never..."
He choked off his excuse, truing to bury the scream that threatened when the bones where forced out of alignment, the muscles and tendons tearing where Gabriel's fingers dug in.
"You lied to us, and deceived us. Your family."
Crowley growled threateningly, coiling up at their feet, fury rising at Gabriel's mistreatment, and the uncertain pained look on his angels face.
Aziraphale knew Gabriel liked to twist things, Crowley knew that Aziraphale knew that Gabriel was masterful at lying while still telling the truth. But he also knew that Gabriel was a mastermind at getting into Aziraphale's head.
"You betrayed, *us* Aziraphale. your family. for what? Him? a Demon?"
the battered angel could to little more than shrug, head spinning from the last blow Sandelphon had delivered. At this point he knew trying to correct his former bosses was a worthless endevour and energy was best saved for thinking a way out of the current ordeal.
if only he could he could get his head to stay on one thought long enough to think of a plan.
Crowley lay bound and gagged at his feet, but thankfully mostly forgotten. He glared venomously up at the archangels but remained quiet and calculating.
Gabriel clasped his hand on Aziraphale's shoulder, oblivious to the dark look on Crowley's face as watched his nightmares playout out in real time.
"we were family, Aziraphale , and..." Aziraphale whimpered as the grip turned painful, "you played us, for suckers, for thousands of years."
"i-i-i never..."
He choked off his excuse, truing to bury the scream that threatened when the bones where forced out of alignment, the muscles and tendons tearing where Gabriel's fingers dug in.
"You lied to us, and deceived us. Your family."
Crowley growled threateningly, coiling up at their feet, fury rising at Gabriel's mistreatment, and the uncertain pained look on his angels face.
Aziraphale knew Gabriel liked to twist things, Crowley knew that Aziraphale knew that Gabriel was masterful at lying while still telling the truth. But he also knew that Gabriel was a mastermind at getting into Aziraphale's head.
"You betrayed, *us* Aziraphale. your family. for what? Him? a Demon?"