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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.

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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-"

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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 Date: 2009-06-05 12:25 am (UTC)

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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.

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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.

Edited Date: 2009-06-05 10:23 pm (UTC)

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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?"

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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 Date: 2009-06-06 04:14 pm (UTC)

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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.

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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.

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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....

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

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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...

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"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....

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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.

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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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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.

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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."

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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..."

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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?"

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"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?"

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"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."

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