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Date: December 27, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Crowley's Room
Status: Private - Belial, Crowley, John, Aziraphale, Gabriel
Summary: Belial draws up a contract.



Belial came ready to deal.

He rapped sharply on Crowley's door, hoping he'd picked an opportune time to catch the other demon in his chambers. Tried to make it look like he hadn't been pacing for an entire day, and that there was some semblance of civility to the way his hair fell in rumpled strands all about his face.

Tried to make it seem like he hadn't had Gabriel in his mouth, didn't know the way the angel tasted, didn't smell too much like sex and Heaven.

Resting his forehead on the frame of Crowley's door, he waited, thumb picking at the delicate molding. He was doing this for himself, he had no illusions; he could no longer tolerate Lucifer's hold on him.

And for Gabriel. His beautiful Gabriel who would have him if things were different. He put a hard face on for Gabriel's sake, and would get what he wanted for it.

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Crowley caught Belial and held him gingerly. Feeling a little protective, he led him slowly toward the door, leaving the paperwork and soul piece behind. He wasn't careless, though. He couldn't afford to be on this day. A gesture at the closed door after they passed through it ensured that no one would disturb what was on the other side.

He then began to speak calmly, radiating confidence, disguising any trace of uncertainty or fear, and ignoring any lingering feelings.

"We're heading to the hospital now. John and Aziraphale are there already, making sure that everything is clean and ready. I've gone over this dozens of times, so you needn't worry about a thing."

Crowley wasn't entirely sure just who he was trying to reassure.

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Belial could only nod in reply. His skin crawled with fear and anticipation, gooseflesh breaking out. The hairs on the nape of his neck stood up and the base of his spine felt chilled.

He would be removing a part of himself, his slavery, though he hardly knew how it all worked. Only that it involved cutting, and he would be awake to see it. Wondered what it would do him, hoped it wouldn't change him so much that no one would recognize him, wouldn't go wrong and leave him some half-there creature.

With a glance back at the locked room, he followed Crowley trustingly. This would work.