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[MS] Like a Dog lyrics
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wayward_au. Stolas = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
demonbureaucrat. Follows THIS and THIS.]
It's If you treat me like a dog // And keep me locked in a cage // I'm not relaxed or comfortable // I'm aggravation and shame
“I think we should find an orphanage.”
Stolas had this knack for bringing out the worst in people. Naturally, that talent transferred over to demons as well, Alloces especially. Alloces knew that he was preying on the anger and tension, and the fact that Alloces hadn’t been in a good massacre in over five hundred years, and that his hands were aching to tear something apart. Alloces knew that Stolas didn’t like being told to baby-sit, so he was going to make this trip as pleasurable for himself as possible. Which, naturally, meant him using every opportunity that didn’t involve his powers of persuasion—that was the kind of thing that could get him killed when Alloces was out from under his control—to try and get Alloces to see things his way. But there were points where Stolas took things too far, even for Alloces.
He turned back to the demon with a glare, and Stolas just shrugged in response. “What? You need to do some killing, I need to do some soul collecting—two birds with one rather large, bloody and incredibly muscular stone.”
Alloces made a sound that was something akin to a low growl, before turning away from him. “I said I was looking for a fight—not to play games.”
“Oh, come on,” Stolas rolled his eyes. “You’ll still enjoy it. Just think of the terror on their little faces as you run in and start tearing them limb from limb.”
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801 words
wayward_au. Stolas = demonbureaucrat. Follows THIS and THIS.]It's If you treat me like a dog // And keep me locked in a cage // I'm not relaxed or comfortable // I'm aggravation and shame
“I think we should find an orphanage.”
Stolas had this knack for bringing out the worst in people. Naturally, that talent transferred over to demons as well, Alloces especially. Alloces knew that he was preying on the anger and tension, and the fact that Alloces hadn’t been in a good massacre in over five hundred years, and that his hands were aching to tear something apart. Alloces knew that Stolas didn’t like being told to baby-sit, so he was going to make this trip as pleasurable for himself as possible. Which, naturally, meant him using every opportunity that didn’t involve his powers of persuasion—that was the kind of thing that could get him killed when Alloces was out from under his control—to try and get Alloces to see things his way. But there were points where Stolas took things too far, even for Alloces.
He turned back to the demon with a glare, and Stolas just shrugged in response. “What? You need to do some killing, I need to do some soul collecting—two birds with one rather large, bloody and incredibly muscular stone.”
Alloces made a sound that was something akin to a low growl, before turning away from him. “I said I was looking for a fight—not to play games.”
“Oh, come on,” Stolas rolled his eyes. “You’ll still enjoy it. Just think of the terror on their little faces as you run in and start tearing them limb from limb.”
( *** )
801 words
