Well, the Duke is pretty much right, all things considered. Being nothing but a Principality, a defected one at that, with no weapon or powerful holy resource to speak of, it's not like Aziraphale has that many tools in his disposal that would allow him to really harm a Duke of Hell.
The fire is beginning to consume the room. The colorful lights are gone, no more music, no more of that cheerful sound of people drinking, chatting and bonding together. Only fire, destruction, and imminent danger.
But still, Aziraphale stands. Not particularly steady or threatening, mind you, but he does stand, spotting Crowley behind Hastur, relieved to see his companion still moving, although that display isn't particularly convincing.
"--Not here! We can't do this here, there's--" He looks at Hastur again, also not really convinced that he can really argue with this creature of evil.
Please, Crowley. You're good with plans. We need a plan. We need to end this, before--
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Date: 2019-08-16 12:53 pm (UTC)The fire is beginning to consume the room. The colorful lights are gone, no more music, no more of that cheerful sound of people drinking, chatting and bonding together. Only fire, destruction, and imminent danger.
But still, Aziraphale stands. Not particularly steady or threatening, mind you, but he does stand, spotting Crowley behind Hastur, relieved to see his companion still moving, although that display isn't particularly convincing.
"--Not here! We can't do this here, there's--" He looks at Hastur again, also not really convinced that he can really argue with this creature of evil.
Please, Crowley. You're good with plans. We need a plan. We need to end this, before--