Belial scratched out his name, looping infernal sigils, with a faint hitch to his breath. He hated these formalities, these little rituals. Rules and constraints. Hated himself for wanting to do this when his mind and body should be focused solely on Gabriel.
Gabriel, oh, Gabriel.
The quill and paper fluttered to the floor and the shard of John's soul slipped from his hands. Hovering and glowing low to the ground.
Belial leaned over Crowley, legs on the either side of the other demon's, and wound their bloody hands together. Tugged, trussing Crowley with his limbs. A dark red trail outlined the space between the tendons of Crowley's wrist.
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Date: 2006-01-06 08:40 pm (UTC)Gabriel, oh, Gabriel.
The quill and paper fluttered to the floor and the shard of John's soul slipped from his hands. Hovering and glowing low to the ground.
Belial leaned over Crowley, legs on the either side of the other demon's, and wound their bloody hands together. Tugged, trussing Crowley with his limbs. A dark red trail outlined the space between the tendons of Crowley's wrist.
It tasted sweet when Belial laved it off.