Crowley looked surprised as Belial lapped at his wrist. That wasn't part of the ritual. Nor did he recall any need for the party of the second part to be sitting on the increasingly interested lap of the party of the first part. But there was still one thing that had yet to be done. He separated their sticky hands and licked a broad swath across Belial's palm so that he could see the marks he'd made.
Then, ever so delicately, he traced the cuts with his tongue and they began to close. The edges of each loop and slash fused and the bleeding stopped, but the claiming mark, his true signature, still remained and would for some time.
Crowley leaned back, his tongue thickly coated with heady demon blood, and presented his own hand.
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Date: 2006-01-06 09:59 pm (UTC)Then, ever so delicately, he traced the cuts with his tongue and they began to close. The edges of each loop and slash fused and the bleeding stopped, but the claiming mark, his true signature, still remained and would for some time.
Crowley leaned back, his tongue thickly coated with heady demon blood, and presented his own hand.