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Behold, the fine days when the sullen swine sit fatted and rosy pink.

Warms my heart.

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strengthinwounding:

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strengthinwounding:

Aw, you talkin about me or Lilith? 

And that it does. It certainly does. 

Who do you think?

So, I’ve heard tale you’ve taken up residence in Bela’s humble abode. I trust you’ve redecorated?

I`m just gonna say Lilith because she needs it more. 

Oh yeah, it looks much nicer than it did before. Not as tacky, but with more substance. 

You always did have an eye for substance, I'll give you that.

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strengthinwounding:

Aw, you talkin about me or Lilith? 

And that it does. It certainly does. 

Who do you think?

So, I've heard tale you've taken up residence in Bela's humble abode. I trust you've redecorated?

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strengthinwounding:

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Sittin’ pretty for the “King” of Hell, son?

Tsk, you ought to know better than that~

Hey, for a second there I thought he wanted in my pants. 

I`m not just going to ignore that kind of flattery. 

Hell knows he’s got an ego large enough to suit you.

Oh-ho~ Don`t you just know me so well? 

But I`m not his type. He likes the heavier set girls. -Kanye shrug-

Mmm, maybe he has a taste for desperation?

I dunno, boy. A little meat on the bones really helps you draw out all the sticky work.

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strengthinwounding:

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Sittin’ pretty for the “King” of Hell, son?

Tsk, you ought to know better than that~

Hey, for a second there I thought he wanted in my pants. 

I`m not just going to ignore that kind of flattery. 

Hell knows he's got an ego large enough to suit you.

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Sittin' pretty for the "King" of Hell, son?

Tsk, you ought to know better than that~

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chasingbadmoons:

A neat little trick indeed. In record time John popped out the spent shells and replaced them, never once taking his eyes off of Alastair. Even with his powers toned down John couldn`t afford to underestimate him. “Oh yeah? You gonna do something about it? … Can you?” There was a heavy tone of confidence behind his words now, his hesitance falling away at the idea of making the old demon half as mad as he`d mad him. From where he stood now it seemed as though he could afford it. 

In a matter of just a couple of seconds the shotgun was lifted again, aimed a bit higher, and fired. If he couldn`t actually hurt Alastair he could at least immobilize his vessel, which should give him enough time to slip out and make himself scarce. 

Alastair felt the sting blow through him again, catching the chest and neck. This was not going as planned, and he gritted out a hiss, lips curling upward in a saccharine smile as he took a step forward.

"She's still in here, John. Screaming, screaming~ Begging you to stop hurting her," Alastair's eyes flashed, teeth plastered red. "You remember what it was like, don't you son? Having your body filled with all that sick black smoke, completely aware but a slave to your own meat. You could see everything-- feel everything."

Alastair took in a swelling breath and dropped his head, allowing the girl to surface.

"P-Please...please hel--" She was choking on her own tongue, tears thick with mascara, but in a heartbeat he shoved her back down.

"You tear this body apart, John, and you'll take her down too," Alastair sniffed, clearing his throat before spitting up a wad of blood. "But why would that stop you? You raised your boy to think goin' to Hell for darling little Sammy was just another notch in his brotherly duty. Sent Deano straight down to me. I can't imagine some cow-boned stranger would make much difference to you in the long run."

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It's seasons like these that make me reconsider my relocation to this frigid craphole.

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chasingbadmoons:

It was so like Alastair to hold back, to observe the situation, to calculate what he could let happen and what he couldn`t. What he could afford, which, in this situation wasn`t much at all. He was so careful, John knew he couldn`t slip up even once. 

They remained still, sizing each other up like dogs, before John stepped forward, gun still in hand but not raised. The cryptic tease didn`t scare him off, Alastair may have had a few thousand years on him, but in this body and with his abilities gone, or at least substantially lessened, the old hunter reckoned he had a decent chance. If this wasn`t all a trick.

“You know that`s not gonna scare me off.” He nearly sneered, shaking his head. Less than five feet away now, he swung the sawed off back in to position. If he was quick, and lucky, he`d get well away from the seedy motel before Alastair could find a new body and before the cops were called. A squeeze of the trigger, and rock salt flew from the short barrels, spraying the unmade bed and nearest wall with blood. 

Alastair was knocked back a step, but more from the force of the shot and less from the sting. He hissed, fists clenched tight enough for those lacquered nails to leave trenches in his palms.

"That's a neat little trick, Johnny boy. But guns won't work on me-- the only thing you're doin' is pissing me off." It was a thick, rasping sneer, but there was little else he could do. Alastair had effectively been trapped in this room, powerless and with no way to escape.

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ooc; In that case, I understand <3

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suaveknife:

You and I both know that the fact I managed to summon you makes me pretty high up indeed. And don't try to piss around with me, Alistair. I don't owe you squat just for you being here.

Tsk, tsk. You'd think with that measure of age on you, you'd know a little but more about conducting business nice and proper.

Now let me do you the favor of informing you of how things work with demons higher up on the pay grade. On the rare occasion a knock-kneed little witch manages to summon us up from the Pit, one of two things happen. A deal is made or, my personal favorite, we excise the information we want anyway and go on about our business.

I welcome you to think over just how generous I'm being with you, son. You're still suckin' air, after all. And let me just tell you-- your debt to me started the moment you uttered my name, boy. You better hope I find something more entertaining than the idea of you bowels out in the next two minutes, or I'll have a mind to extract my pound of flesh right here.