[JP] Ambrose Bierce quote
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[Uriel =
a_specialist. Anna, Castiel, and Valefor are NPCs. I can’t resist the evil, even if I wanted to. If an Anna or a Castiel wants to play in my sandbox, be my guest.]
“Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.”
Despite having the power to, Valefor didn’t interfere with the affairs of angels often. He was usually more than willing to let them settle their own affairs, as was Alloces. However, they knew that this was one opportunity they couldn’t pass up—an ally they couldn’t just lose to oblivion—which lead to them taking the angelic matters into their own hands.
Tracking down the scene of the crime wasn’t that difficult. Find a place that stunk of the angel’s and you were there, a warehouse that no one would think to give a second look at, but Alloces could almost smell what had gone down—blood, salt and the piercing tang of holy water hung in the air, and it almost brought a smile to his lips. The demon that Dean Winchester had been was still there, still lurking in the recesses of his mind, and could still be brought forward when properly prompted. That was an asset, and something to keep in mind, but for the moment, they had a much more prominent asset to attend to.
As they made their way quietly into the room, a wave of Valefor’s hand had the three angels frozen in a ironic tableau. Anna, sword in hand, was aiming it for Uriel’s throat, while Uriel had Castiel on his knees fist raised in the air. The three of them couldn’t move anything but their heads, and all three turned to see the two demons standing there, and each of them having a different reaction—Castiel’s worry, Anna’s incredulity, and the most satisfying being Uriel’s fear. They knew why they had come, and they knew there was nothing they could do about it.
“You can’t do this,” Anna growled as Alloces came between them, taking the sword from her hand. “I won’t let you.”
“It’s poetry, darling,” Valefor spoke up, calm and soft spoken as always, before he raised a hand and blew Castiel back from where he was kneeling and pinning him up against the far wall. “This is what he did to us—way back when. And I know, I’m not making this all that fair, but really—I honed these skills for moments like this.”
“And what exactly are you going to do about it, little sister?” Alloces replied teasingly, before taking her by the throat and lifting her into the air. “A weakling and a coward like you—” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear gently as he did. “—you’re not strong enough.” Anna’s eyes stared back at him, cold and impassive, and he just smirked slightly, flipping the sword around his hand and starting to aim for her chest. “Now, you I have no problem with sending to oblivion—”
“Alloces.” Valefor’s voice stopped his hand in it’s tracks, the point resting just over her heart. “Now is not the time. We have more important matters to attend to.”
Alloces paused for only a moment, before tossing Anna off to the far wall. There was a somewhat empty satisfaction in the sound of her body hitting the back wall, but that was a matter for another time. Instead he just moved over towards Uriel, placing a hand on his shoulder, and having Valefor join him on the opposite side.
“Let’s go for a little trip.”
A few minutes later, they were standing in front of an old mausoleum. Alloces could tell that Uriel recognized it instantly, and he started to scramble backwards, but the Fallen still had enough of a grip on him that he threw him down to the ground, forcing him to his knees in front of him. It was barely a moment before Alloces had Uriel’s wings in his hands—felt the power coursing through him like a the most incredible high you could imagine.
Valefor had moved towards the gates, opening them just enough so that they could cast Uriel in when it was over, but not enough to let any undo souls escape, and once that was done, Alloces raised the sword above his head, and gave Uriel the most sinister grin he could manage.
“Welcome to Hell, brother.”
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“Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.”
Despite having the power to, Valefor didn’t interfere with the affairs of angels often. He was usually more than willing to let them settle their own affairs, as was Alloces. However, they knew that this was one opportunity they couldn’t pass up—an ally they couldn’t just lose to oblivion—which lead to them taking the angelic matters into their own hands.
Tracking down the scene of the crime wasn’t that difficult. Find a place that stunk of the angel’s and you were there, a warehouse that no one would think to give a second look at, but Alloces could almost smell what had gone down—blood, salt and the piercing tang of holy water hung in the air, and it almost brought a smile to his lips. The demon that Dean Winchester had been was still there, still lurking in the recesses of his mind, and could still be brought forward when properly prompted. That was an asset, and something to keep in mind, but for the moment, they had a much more prominent asset to attend to.
As they made their way quietly into the room, a wave of Valefor’s hand had the three angels frozen in a ironic tableau. Anna, sword in hand, was aiming it for Uriel’s throat, while Uriel had Castiel on his knees fist raised in the air. The three of them couldn’t move anything but their heads, and all three turned to see the two demons standing there, and each of them having a different reaction—Castiel’s worry, Anna’s incredulity, and the most satisfying being Uriel’s fear. They knew why they had come, and they knew there was nothing they could do about it.
“You can’t do this,” Anna growled as Alloces came between them, taking the sword from her hand. “I won’t let you.”
“It’s poetry, darling,” Valefor spoke up, calm and soft spoken as always, before he raised a hand and blew Castiel back from where he was kneeling and pinning him up against the far wall. “This is what he did to us—way back when. And I know, I’m not making this all that fair, but really—I honed these skills for moments like this.”
“And what exactly are you going to do about it, little sister?” Alloces replied teasingly, before taking her by the throat and lifting her into the air. “A weakling and a coward like you—” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear gently as he did. “—you’re not strong enough.” Anna’s eyes stared back at him, cold and impassive, and he just smirked slightly, flipping the sword around his hand and starting to aim for her chest. “Now, you I have no problem with sending to oblivion—”
“Alloces.” Valefor’s voice stopped his hand in it’s tracks, the point resting just over her heart. “Now is not the time. We have more important matters to attend to.”
Alloces paused for only a moment, before tossing Anna off to the far wall. There was a somewhat empty satisfaction in the sound of her body hitting the back wall, but that was a matter for another time. Instead he just moved over towards Uriel, placing a hand on his shoulder, and having Valefor join him on the opposite side.
“Let’s go for a little trip.”
A few minutes later, they were standing in front of an old mausoleum. Alloces could tell that Uriel recognized it instantly, and he started to scramble backwards, but the Fallen still had enough of a grip on him that he threw him down to the ground, forcing him to his knees in front of him. It was barely a moment before Alloces had Uriel’s wings in his hands—felt the power coursing through him like a the most incredible high you could imagine.
Valefor had moved towards the gates, opening them just enough so that they could cast Uriel in when it was over, but not enough to let any undo souls escape, and once that was done, Alloces raised the sword above his head, and gave Uriel the most sinister grin he could manage.
“Welcome to Hell, brother.”
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