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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.

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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.

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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?"

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.."

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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.

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.

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....

"Yesss..one of them. The Corinthian." Came Crowley’s pain filled voice. "Do you mind..?" He looked over his shoulder to his trapped wings.

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."

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.

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.

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...

"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....

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.

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?"

Crowley didn't replied, he actually heard Corinthian, but soon ruled the sound out as an hallucination. Ths, the thing with Nightmares, you talk about them and then they show up...if only it was for real, the demon thought as he tried to curl himself into a ball. He whimpered softly as the damaged knew produced another wave of pain through his whole body.

The Corinthian all but dropped the cat as he rushed forward, tearing through the brush and quickly moving to the demon's side. He didn't look quite as bad as the last time he'd found the man beaten, but he looked bad enough.

"Crowley." He grabbed the man's shoulder, gave him a careful shake before trying to turn him more onto his side. "Hey, talk to me."

He was hurt, and getting cold, he was only wearing his trousers, or what it last of them after the fight with Hastur.

The demon open his golden eyes and looked up, noticing Corinthian. Why he was there was a mystery to him, therefore, he was not real. it was probably Hastur playing games again. He wasn't expecting the Duke to discover the trick that quickly.

Crowley closed his eyes and then seemed to shrink in on himself, knowing what was going to happen next. He curled up more, burying his face in the grass and shaking slightly.

"Jusssst go Down alone and let me go, basssstard.....I like it here..."

What....?

Again, he tried roll the demon so he could get a better look at him, that initial spike of concern slowly dwindling down into mild aggravation. "Crowley, it's me, you moron." This had better not be becoming a trend....

With a small grunt, he carefully pulled Crowley upright, supporting him as best as he could as he tried to locate his injuries.

"Look at me, will you?"

"I don't want to...." He murmured, not that much convinced. With effort, and eye cracked open and looked blurry at him, soon the other joined and he blinked, trying to focus. If Hastur was making this up, Crowley would have to gave him points for interpretation.

He noticed the cat next to the white haired man and then understood that he couldn't be the duke. "Oh fuck....Corinthian?"

"That's my name, yes, until I find a new one." There was no humor in his tone, or even sarcasm. Nothing. He moved the shades up and looked Crowley levelly in the eye, wordlessly telling him to keep eye contact.

"You have got to stop pissing people off," he muttered, shifting slightly to get a better grip on the demon as he carefully hauled him into a sitting position. "It's not a healthy hobby, trust me."

Crowley made a sound that could have been a laugh or another whimper, it was hard to tell. "I can find you a new one...I find one for myself...Kyriel didn't' fit me anymore..." he rested his forehead on Corinthian's shoulders, not totally aware of what was he saying anymore. "I will try.. I will try...but it's my job..."

The ex-nightmare couldn't help stiffening just slightly at the close contact, though he said nothing. He sat there, one hand still on Crowley's shoulder to reassure him as he started to inspect him for injuries.

"Sometimes you have to say fuck the job." One of the wings looked like it had been nearly mangled. And his leg was sitting in an odd position. "It's pointless if you're just going to get your ass kicked."

"I'm... on this messsss becausssse I did that..." Not moving was good..oh so good. Everything hurt but that few moments of calm were good. "..I'm gotta have my asssss kicked no matter what. That's how hell workss..."

Crowley sighed and then moved his head up, trying to put some space between him and the ex nightmare. "An now you sshould go before he comess back.."

He listened patiently, frowning despite himself. He really wanted to say something to that, but he didn't know what....he sucked at comfort. And telling the demon to get the fuck over it probably wouldn't go over well.

He stayed silent when Crowley started to move, though the grip on his arm tightened slightly. "And if decide I don't want to go? I already told you, this guy doesn't scare me."

Crowley's shoulders shacked as he laugh humorless. "Yeah...I'm sure he doesn't...but that's not the point..Hast..." He wanted to say something else, but his head was spinning and suddenly his vision was even more blurry. His incapacity to breath properly were probably fault of his broken ribs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ewwww..... And yay~

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

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

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

I like it, it's original <3

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lol headcanon :|

Headcanon is always fun~ btw, love meme is up! :D You should post to iiiiit~

It is :3*posted* i never know how to react to compliments, they made me blush for real@^_^@

A-actually I have that same problem XD;;; This is the first love meme I've posted to in months now.

But it's a good thing, Aren't we special? X3

It is :3posted i never know how to react to compliments, they made me blush for real@^_^@