And yet, despite everything and in his attempt to- gently, he would conclude later- warn him that he absolutely was still king of the realm and demanded respect...
There was a single, solid prod right in the diaphragm of his Pride, one that licked past what had been an exceptionally terrible day that had ripped all good mood from him. Countless thousands of years every last comments, tabloid, remark and foul memory, all overflowed by five of six words that broke the surface tension.
The sound the fallen angel gave was nothing human. His sound was that of a beast as the lights in the room were snuffed out, yet battled and flickered to remain on, a momentary loss of complete control. Two sets of claws set in the torso of the shifting deer cryptid, while a spiny tail was like a vice around a calf.
That scream gave way to a light in the back of that maw that had opened impossibly wide, jaws that closed at a shoulder, past cotton, past velvet, past flesh.
no subject
There was a single, solid prod right in the diaphragm of his Pride, one that licked past what had been an exceptionally terrible day that had ripped all good mood from him. Countless thousands of years every last comments, tabloid, remark and foul memory, all overflowed by five of six words that broke the surface tension.
The sound the fallen angel gave was nothing human. His sound was that of a beast as the lights in the room were snuffed out, yet battled and flickered to remain on, a momentary loss of complete control. Two sets of claws set in the torso of the shifting deer cryptid, while a spiny tail was like a vice around a calf.
That scream gave way to a light in the back of that maw that had opened impossibly wide, jaws that closed at a shoulder, past cotton, past velvet, past flesh.
Too soon.
He didn't beg.
Fuck you.
Pride
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