He picks himself up among the broken bottles of alcohol, and groans a little at the unpleasant feeling in his stomach and back from the throw, and tells himself that no, no, this is fine. There's fire everywhere---Hellfire everywhere---and he tells himself that he can still do this, he can still be distracting. He an still keep Hastur distracted. He can make sure Aziraphale has the time he needs.
"Do you know how long I have waited for this?" Hastur sneers, stepping forward. He lands a kick at Crowley's side, and Crowley falls back down into the broken glass.
But no, no, Crowley is fine.
He imagines the crowbar back in his hand and swimgs it at Hastur's feet, temporarily throwing the Duke off balance. It's enough to get himself back on his feet and he takes a step back, but not fast enough before Hastur gets a grip around Crowley's throat.
He feels burning where the Duke grabs his throat. He feels burning, like he's being eaten up from the inside out.
Hastur grins, a huge, black-toothed smile. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me."
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Date: 2019-08-14 02:50 pm (UTC)He picks himself up among the broken bottles of alcohol, and groans a little at the unpleasant feeling in his stomach and back from the throw, and tells himself that no, no, this is fine. There's fire everywhere---Hellfire everywhere---and he tells himself that he can still do this, he can still be distracting. He an still keep Hastur distracted. He can make sure Aziraphale has the time he needs.
"Do you know how long I have waited for this?" Hastur sneers, stepping forward. He lands a kick at Crowley's side, and Crowley falls back down into the broken glass.
But no, no, Crowley is fine.
He imagines the crowbar back in his hand and swimgs it at Hastur's feet, temporarily throwing the Duke off balance. It's enough to get himself back on his feet and he takes a step back, but not fast enough before Hastur gets a grip around Crowley's throat.
He feels burning where the Duke grabs his throat. He feels burning, like he's being eaten up from the inside out.
Hastur grins, a huge, black-toothed smile. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me."