The pain was what first alerted him to the fact that the plan didn't worked as well as he expected. Crowley wasn’t very fond of physical confrontations when he was sure that he was going to loss them; but that kick really pissed him off.
You know that voice inside that speak up when you are going to do something wrong and then regret it? That voice that warn you not to do it? Demons don't have that voice, they need to to a job that the 99% of the time it's a bad thing and they don't usually regret it afterwards. But they do have survival instinct. And the mentioned survival instinct was telling Crowley to run, hide, trick or do whatever he wanted except what he was thinking. He didn't listened.
He had lost his temper.
Amber eyes glowed dangerously. Every animal for a quarter mile could felt it and they run away and were gone in seconds. The ground rumbled. The river started to boil, the few plants that had left started to writhe and the entire clearing was thrown into chaos and anarchy in the span of five seconds.
"Fuck it." He shouted, wrenching himself momentarily free using his unharmed wing to hit Hastur. After the last meeting with the duke Crowley was doing a bit of much-needed venting for the sake of his psychological health -not like demons were ever very psychologically healthy either- and when he snapped It was like watching a giant crow tear apart a clueless prey.
So says fashion sense. And feel free to kick him down again, I'm sure that Hastur is stronger :/
You know that voice inside that speak up when you are going to do something wrong and then regret it? That voice that warn you not to do it? Demons don't have that voice, they need to to a job that the 99% of the time it's a bad thing and they don't usually regret it afterwards. But they do have survival instinct. And the mentioned survival instinct was telling Crowley to run, hide, trick or do whatever he wanted except what he was thinking. He didn't listened.
He had lost his temper.
Amber eyes glowed dangerously. Every animal for a quarter mile could felt it and they run away and were gone in seconds. The ground rumbled. The river started to boil, the few plants that had left started to writhe and the entire clearing was thrown into chaos and anarchy in the span of five seconds.
"Fuck it." He shouted, wrenching himself momentarily free using his unharmed wing to hit Hastur. After the last meeting with the duke Crowley was doing a bit of much-needed venting for the sake of his psychological health -not like demons were ever very psychologically healthy either- and when he snapped It was like watching a giant crow tear apart a clueless prey.