Alexannnnnnnndra The Richard thing kicks over a rock and whistles some nameless tune, I have to give him credit. Ordinarily this vessel would be mine, but this fucking idiot is so obsessed with the charms of women that he'll let nothing stand in his way to be "inspired" and healed and saaaaved.
There it is. There she is. Demons have powers all their own despite the psychic humans they inhabit. Richard has never used Azazel's enhanced senses, their magic, their teeth and claws and transformations and all the other wonderful things that Azazel could do with such a powerful host.
And maybe, maybe Richard's humanity plays into it too. They have been merged together and Richard is stubborn and so are they. Maybe there is something to tea and books and quiet evenings spent relaxing as the rain pattered down. Maybe there is something to written words on a page and maybe there would be something to not wanting to rip out Charlie Strand's organs and eating them.
You could give into it too. Richard's voice is quiet, You don't have to win. We could be partners truly one soul. It's not as if I've ever known who I was without you.
Fuck you!
But it's hard to tell if the demon is talking to the human inside it's shell or to the woman running through the woods.
Than I'm not giving up. And we'll never have our full power. I'm not killing Alex.
Because you love her. How absolutely manipulative. Your love is a dime a dozen. You don't know what real love is you selfish bastard. You don't need love. You need healing that I could provide you!
Richard Strand has stopped moving. Instead he's yelling parts of a one sided conversation.
By destroying my humanity. No. I won't. I never will. It's mine. It's all I have left.
Is this you making some kind of final declaration that we'll be locked at odds forever? I could kill you myself Richard. The demon murmurs the words, I could. I would endure-
But my humanity would linger on you. Richard's voice is soft in his own mind and Azazel is terrified. It shows across their craggy human face and haunted blue eyes. And you hate that. Because of what God did.
That's why you'll never know love! Not true love. Richard doesn't collapse so much as he curls onto the forest floor, They love you. In a way that I was never loved. And I loved them. In a way that broke me. That broke my wings and left me shapeless and malformed and forced inside you like a violation. Humans are the lake of fire we have cast ourselves into for revenge!
And the forest fills with human sobs, desperate and broken and frightened.
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There it is. There she is. Demons have powers all their own despite the psychic humans they inhabit. Richard has never used Azazel's enhanced senses, their magic, their teeth and claws and transformations and all the other wonderful things that Azazel could do with such a powerful host.
And maybe, maybe Richard's humanity plays into it too. They have been merged together and Richard is stubborn and so are they. Maybe there is something to tea and books and quiet evenings spent relaxing as the rain pattered down. Maybe there is something to written words on a page and maybe there would be something to not wanting to rip out Charlie Strand's organs and eating them.
You could give into it too. Richard's voice is quiet, You don't have to win. We could be partners truly one soul. It's not as if I've ever known who I was without you.
Fuck you!
But it's hard to tell if the demon is talking to the human inside it's shell or to the woman running through the woods.
Than I'm not giving up. And we'll never have our full power. I'm not killing Alex.
Because you love her. How absolutely manipulative. Your love is a dime a dozen. You don't know what real love is you selfish bastard. You don't need love. You need healing that I could provide you!
Richard Strand has stopped moving. Instead he's yelling parts of a one sided conversation.
By destroying my humanity. No. I won't. I never will. It's mine. It's all I have left.
Is this you making some kind of final declaration that we'll be locked at odds forever? I could kill you myself Richard. The demon murmurs the words, I could. I would endure-
But my humanity would linger on you. Richard's voice is soft in his own mind and Azazel is terrified. It shows across their craggy human face and haunted blue eyes. And you hate that. Because of what God did.
That's why you'll never know love! Not true love. Richard doesn't collapse so much as he curls onto the forest floor, They love you. In a way that I was never loved. And I loved them. In a way that broke me. That broke my wings and left me shapeless and malformed and forced inside you like a violation. Humans are the lake of fire we have cast ourselves into for revenge!
And the forest fills with human sobs, desperate and broken and frightened.