Date: 2019-08-14 04:48 pm (UTC)
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Hastur likes to destroy people from the inside out, and Crowley can feel that happening, feel himself being burned up from his touch. His eyes start to go black and then...

And then Hastur has something that has caught his attention that is far more entertaining than Crowley. He drops the demon unceremoniously onto the ground and turns to face Aziraphale.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley chokes out. There is Aziraphale, and there is Hellfire everywhere. He has to get out, he has to get away. There is so much fire, and all Crowley can think of is the bookshop, and when he was absolutely certain that he'd lost the angel forever.

Not now. It couldn't be like this.

"Aziraphale, run!" He imagines a column of air, blasting a pathway across the dancefloor, giving the angel an escape.
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