Belial weighed Crowley's words carefully, declining to sit, and instead stood directly in front of the other demon while he spoke.
He wrapped the pendant's chain about his fingers, tangling them and untangling them between the familiar links, weighing the delicate orb. Having an object about for such a time left his fingerprint on it. He could feel the faint imprints of himself that years of handling it had left bits of himself stained on the surface of the glass. Gazing fondly.
He could have Gabriel. He would do this, for even a marginal chance of having Gabriel. And of being free of Lucifer. John would have a third of his soul delivered into trusted hands.
"Do you have a pen?" he whispered, voice cracking.
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Date: 2006-01-06 12:22 am (UTC)He wrapped the pendant's chain about his fingers, tangling them and untangling them between the familiar links, weighing the delicate orb. Having an object about for such a time left his fingerprint on it. He could feel the faint imprints of himself that years of handling it had left bits of himself stained on the surface of the glass. Gazing fondly.
He could have Gabriel. He would do this, for even a marginal chance of having Gabriel. And of being free of Lucifer. John would have a third of his soul delivered into trusted hands.
"Do you have a pen?" he whispered, voice cracking.