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dontfeartreaper ([personal profile] dontfeartreaper) wrote2009-06-03 11:15 pm
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Black wings were spread wide on the air as certain shirtless demon was preening his feathers. The glasses were next to his shirt, carefully folded on the rock near the one he was sitting on. An innocent mind would say that he chose the place because the vegetation blocked him from unwanted oglers, or maybe because the water of the pool on his bare feet was pleasant. At it will be right, but let's mention too that Crowley chose it because of the carnivore plants that grew here and there around the clearing.

He couldn't clean his wings on his hotel room for many good reasons, or at least Crowley thought that they were reasons enough to not do it. One, the wings reached almost from one end of the room to the other and it was pain to take care of them when you had not enough space. Two, he couldn't get rid of the feathers because even if they were not attached to him anymore he couldn't burn them or make them vanish, and the hotel staff will probably ask why looks like he killed a dozen of ravens in his room. And three, Hastur was on the hotels too because there was no way to scape from the dammed resort. Crowley knew because he tried. Much. Now there was no place to go...on the other hand, he could always go down , but even if his superiors never talk about that thing that never happened every demon in hell knew and Crowley had no wishes to explain why that thing that never happened never happened.

The demon pulled the last old sheath off of a new alula feather and allowed it to drift to the water, the next second it was gone.

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
As it was, there was another demonic presence skulking around the forest, looking....agitated, for a lack of a better word. Hastur appeared to be agitated a lot these days. The resort had been a nice little vacation for all of one day. Namely the day he had beaten a certain flash bastard's hide into the ground. That had been very nice, up until the git went and blacked out on him. Punishment wasn't fun if the victim wasn't aware of it.

Ever since then, the duke of Hell had been busying himself with trying to find a way back home. Shifting between planes didn't work, making old fashioned runic portals only left him covered in chalk, and breaking down only served to send half the beach-goers running for the cliffs. In fact, he'd tried everything short of just killing off his mortal body and being done with it, but even that was looking quite tempting.

....alright, maybe more than agitated. On the bright side, being as deep in thought as he was, he didn't quite catch the feel of another demonic energy nearby. Yet.

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley moved his right wing up and down and scowled. It still hurt, not as much so he couldn't hide it, but it was still and inconvenience. He wondered if he was able to fly with the wing like that. Not like he was going to do it any moment, but...thinking about who was the cause of the pain it made him all the more annoyed. The demon tried to flex the wing gain in a particular angle and then he cursed out loud in pain.

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
That got the man's attention. He was more than happy to ignore the shout if he could, really. Until he felt him.

It didn't take much searching to find Crowley, and while Hastur wasn't trying particularly hard to stay silent it almost seemed as though the surrounding plant-life knew better than to make even the smallest rustle. He took a moment to determine just what it was the other demon was doing before reaching out and grabbing a fistful of wing. And yanking. Hard.

"You're looking better. Guess I wasn't hard enough."

I love the stalking icon and crowley torture~83 what's wrong with me?

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That time, the curse and cry was even more loud and animalistic.

Sneaky son of a bitch. Crowley thought resentfully as he looked over his shoulder to see the other demon. He didn't like being seen to the bottom of; it made him instinctively want to pull back. He was feeling a bit exposed already from the last beating and then hiding from Hastur all the time. He wanted to move his wing away, but he know better.

"I worked really hard on those, you know." He panted. "You're just ruining my perfect plumage."

It's my favorite icon~ XD Heheh, a little sadism never killed anyone! ....wait.

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley's only reply was the grip on his wing tightening, twisting, and a swift yank to pull him even further off balance.

"I haven't seen you at all since the day I arrived here," he started casually. "You haven't been hiding from me, have you Crawly?"

So IC for him~A good to kno... ..wait..Crowley: 8(

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The movement had been a shock, and Crowley he clenched his teeth as the pain run from his wing to his whole spine.
"Why would I do that...you know I just love our lovely meetings..." The voice was charged with venon, but how would he expect any less coming from a demon who liked to change into an snake? Crowley was trying to think, and thing fast, he was always good at that even if the pain was oh so distracting.

He knew that he was able to trick Hastur. There were just a few important questions: How was he going to do it and how was he going to get away with it once it was done. If he was still in one piece.

"I'm glad that you're here..now that we are two maybe we will have an opportunity against the plants." He says, giving the bush near them a -fake- worried look. "they're mostly carnivore." He murmured to Hastur, knowing that the duke couldn't tell the difference between a gardenia and a calculator.

Isn't it~? D: Sorry Crowley, you brought this on yourself

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
That earned a raised brow, and maybe even a slight frown. "You expect me to believe you were just sitting out here, fixing yourself up, knowing you were surrounded by carnivorous plants?" He wasn't going to fall for the snake's tricks. Not a second time, and not while others down below still mocked him behind his back for even allowing the first time to happen. Besides, the plants looked like perfectly normal, everyday types of carnivorous foliage.

....well, sort of. But there was no way they could harm as high ranking a demon as himself. Right?

He didn't even realize that Crowley had at least done his job to put the smallest bit of doubt into his mind. And his grip loosened as he watched the plants; it was very slight, but probably just enough.

Yes!...I did not >:/ you are just a really evil man with no taste for clothes

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The grip was not as tight as it was before but still firm and Crowley decided not to move yet, his wing was already injured to make it worse.

What he coudl say about that? that the carnivore plants were better company than Hastur? That was true, but the real answer was that the plants were afraid of him, because unlike some demons he know the plants where actually smart.

Crowley frowned at one of the carnivore plants near Hastur's feet, who was trying to as clueless as a plant can look. They were good at it, but the demon was also very good at showing what he wanted with an stare of his bright yellow eyes. What and when.

A few second later a was coiling like an octopus’s tentacle around the duke's ankle and pulling it.

Heyheyhey 14th century wear is STYLISH thankyousomuch >:|

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The reaction that followed was instantaneous.

With a grunt, the duke suddenly released Crowley and staggered back, attempting to kick off whatever the hell it was that had grabbed his leg. Not a second later the plant burst into flame, uncurling and falling away immediately as the fire spread to the rest of it, and Hastur pulled away and began to look around the rest of the clearing with frantic eyes.

"What-"

Of course you will choose the most boring century to dress sup like :| bahh

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Alarm bells went off in Crowley's head, that was the occasion he was expecting. In a flash, he moved away leaving the grumpy demon with the rest of the carnivore plants trying to crawl up his pants.

He knew that Hastur probably had spent weeks racking his brains and trying to come up with a creative and excruciatingly horrible method of exacting his vengeance on him, and he was not going to sit here and take it again.

He flew away. Or maybe not.

It was more like hissing in pain and falling to his knees. Fuck his bad luck and his damaged wing.

(ooc: and there were missing some word son my other reply, dunno what happened :| sorry for the grammar too))
Edited 2009-06-05 00:25 (UTC)

So says you :|

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-05 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hastur didn't even take notice to the other man's leave. He was focused the plants, ripping and burning any that came near him. And doing a surprisingly good job of it, too; within moments the immediate area was a charred mess, a number of small fires threatening to spread into the rest of the forest.

Under normal circumstances, he probably would have been at least mildly impressed with such tactics.

This was not one of those times.

With a low snarl, the demon looked around. He spotted Crowley on the ground, and not a second later he had closed in on him and kicked a boot at his back, shoved him down, oh that was it.

(( It's alright, no worries! ♥ ))

So says fashion sense. And feel free to kick him down again, I'm sure that Hastur is stronger :/

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-05 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2009-06-05 22:23 (UTC)

Fashion shamshion. ffffffff I'll apologize in advance for everything he does >_>

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
The wing hit dead on, momentarily knocking Hastur back with a startled grunt. The reaction it earned, though....

Hastur was grinning, sharp and cold. Finally. A reaction. The wing was grabbed again before it could be pulled back, and was bent back at an angle it was probably never meant to bend. Then he twisted; not enough pressure to snap it, but enough to make the pain almost unbearable.

"That's more like it!" Again, he kicked him down. This time he followed up by stomping down on his back, crushing him into the ground and looking down at him with a look that could set him ablaze from the inside.

It probably wasn't too far a stretch, either.

"If I'm taking you back Down regardless, I'm sure you'd at least like to be able to say you went down fighting, no?"

It's important!>(...ahaha no problem~ abuse him a s much as you want [and icon keywords]^.^

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley didn't replied his voice was just a mutilated squeak and his mind wasn't able to produce any coherent word at the moment. He should have known that he was going to be completely overtaken.

The lesser demon struggled as much as he could -and tried not to rip apart his trapped wing in the process, which was no easy- combining his mental physical and occult powers. It proved to be quite useless and he was exhausting himself more. Hastur was a sadist bastard completely clueless about technology and modern times, but he was Duke of hell for a reason and there was a power behind that human appearance much greater than his own.

He gave one last defiant wriggle before golden eyes riddled with pain closed tightly. He demon tried not to groan but the pain was extraordinary,

"F-...fuch you Hassstur. "Crowley stammered. "I can't go D-Down..I have a mission to d-do..here.."
Edited 2009-06-06 16:14 (UTC)

They're just clothes dude :| Oh, he will, he will~ Even if those keywords make me feel bad XD;

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
All of those little grunts and pangs of suffering, the feelings of distress and pain rolling off the smaller demon's body in waves....the grin twisted, widening just a bit. It was something he was beginning to enjoy more and more with every encounter he had with the traitorous bastard.

Hastur continued to play with the wing, as though testing its flexibility, its limits, practically able to hear the tendons within creaking with every twist and bend. For a moment he even toyed the idea of setting fire to it, to watch it burn and shrivel in very much the same manner some demons had suffered during the Fall, although Crowley's next few shaky comments made him pause.

"And just what would that be?" He could stand to humor the snake for a moment or two, if nothing else.

Aziraphale dress better than you :| At least I didn't wrote RAEP TIEM? XD

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He opened his mouth to speak again but the excruciating pain on his back distracted him. The black haired man crawled his fingers in the ground, he could feel the blood dripping form his lips, and his heard pounding in his ears. The pain was something he was used to but even demons had their limits.

"T..the lord of the dreaming..you know him." Moaned Crowley as eh shivered. "One of his nightmares is there...I...I need to discover why..." It was a shot in the dark and crowley knew it, but it wa all that he had.

Pfft, Aziraphale has worse taste than even I do. And yeeeeah, there's that at least XDD;;;

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That got the duke's full attention. "One of his lot? Here?" Dream beings almost never crossed into mortal realm, though, save for Morpheus himself. This was an interesting bit of news.

But still, he couldn't bring himself to blindly trust Crowley's word, for obvious reasons.

"Which of them is it?" If he could confirm for himself....

That's debatable...ok, no, he's worse. ...:D! [those keywords are better?]

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yesss..one of them. The Corinthian." Came Crowley’s pain filled voice. "Do you mind..?" He looked over his shoulder to his trapped wings.

See, I told you :p A-aww Crowley! ;_; You'll get to leave soon I promise!

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The Corinthian....which one was that? The name did sound vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn't one Hastur had met. Satan hated Morpheus, so it wasn't as if demons and dreams ever mingled with each other.

"....I suppose it is something worth looking into, yes." He paused, looking momentarily thoughtful. Shortly after, he did, shockingly, release the lesser demon's wing.

Half a second later a booted toe slammed sharply against the Crowley's knee, all but tearing the kneecap out of it's place and crippling the leg entirely.

"I'll even do it for you. You just wait right here."

Ouch badass Hastur..is Cori coming on his shinny armor soon?

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley was relieved to have his wing set free, but it didn't last long.

He screamed and curled into a tight ball. Crowley made a sound between a growl and a groan, his dark hair was disheveled and falling into his eyes. The demon looked tired, depressed and mutilated. And he was. He had never before felt pain like this before. It was like every muscle in his was body had knife in it and some one was shaking him.

No, he was definitely not moving anytime soon.

Just be glad it wasn't maggots. Yessss, Cori will be by shortly~

[identity profile] goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
With a curt nod at the crippled demon, Hastur turned and began to make his way back out of the forest. He wasn't expecting this to take too long. After all, dreams had a certain presence that was easy to pick up on and even easier to follow.

Too bad Crowley forgot to mention the part about this dream no longer being one. Ah well.

Ewwww..... And yay~

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Good luck sensing a common human, you dick. Crowley thought and allowed himself a little smile. He tried to move, crawl if it was necessary, whatever to get out off here, but in the end he screamed again, withering to the ground.

The demon couldn't stop the sad whimpering cry that come to his lips. His wings were nothing more than dead weigh, black feathers littered the burned grass like confetti, he didn't wanted to think about the state of his back or his broken knee...

Has a Cori~ Who finally found a name for that damn cat.

[identity profile] afracturedglass.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Maddie!"

The forest seemed to be getting an awful lot of traffic today. There was a nightmare-turned-human wandering about as well, who was looking....surprisingly less irritable than he normally was. All things considered, he shouldn't have been; he'd taken his cat out with him today, against his better judgment. Only because he thought they could both stand to get away from that stuffy hotel room for a while.

"Dammit, cat. Maddie?"

And naturally, the little beast had run off on him. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to get mad. The chase was almost....fun. Having to track something down without the normal heightened senses and abilities, it was a challenge and much welcomed distraction.

He had seen her darting in and out of the bushes not even a moment ago, so she had to still be around here somewhere....

:3 Weee~ And it's nice nameeee :D

[identity profile] dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley could barely able to keep his eyes open and turned onto his side, sighing with pain as he did. He was so tired he didn't noticed the animal until the cat was in front of his face licking his nose and smelling the blood. He intermediately snapped his eyes open ad saw the black fur and the white ear. Ah, he know that cat..happy with that deduction, he closed his eyes one more time.

Maddie licked him again, but that time no response come from the demon. The cart run away to find his master and jumped to his arms when she saw Corinthian. Blood stained paws left blood all over his arms and shirt.

It was the first thing that came to mind ^^;

[identity profile] afracturedglass.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
There she was. With a small smile the Corinthian knelt down some to catch her as she jumped up, scratching her lightly under the chin. Well, now that that was taken care of....

....the blood that the cat started to smear across his clothes was a little startling, however. "What the hell did you find....?" Frowning, he looked around, moving past the brush and trying to find whatever corpse the furball had come across.

He really shouldn't have been surprised by what he found. But he was. "Crowley?"

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