werewolf_hacker | Continuation of Captivity Meme

[Ben convulses on the floor, suddenly in... wow, that is a lot of pain, right there. His vision is white with it, and for the moment all he has is an inarticulate version of ] Oh, God, oh, Father, ohDadmakeitstop pleasemakeitstop Ican'tbreathe...

[Shaitan hisses as the magic begins to fight back, burning him, and he steps backwards with a wordless sound of fury.] Fucking bitch. Running to Daddy the minute it gets tough.

[Gasping through clenched teeth as the pain eases.] That's what He's there for... you utterly colossal... fuckin' idiot. That's what... the separation from Guri... taught me.

For I am persuaded. That neither death, nor life. Nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers. Nor things present, nor things to come.
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature. Shall be able to separate us from the love of God.

You can't do it, Shai. Give it up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up! [Shai rages and wheels on Galiel again, wrapping a taloned hand around his throat.] Shut up or I fucking swear I will cut his throat right now and you can bathe in his fucking blood.

[Ben stops, and swallows, and closes his eyes.] Don't...

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[Shaitan bares teeth at him.] Fuck you.

[His grip tightens . . .

And there's a noise like ten thousand thunderstorms breaking out at once overhead.]

[Ben goes limp with colossal relief.] I think you're the one about to get fucked.

[Shaitan snarls and yanks his hand back, sending blood spraying from the slash it leaves in the side of Galiel's neck -- not deep enough to kill him instantly, but still an ugly, ugly wound.

Then he turns his attention upwards, where cracks are starting to grow in the ceiling.] No way, no fucking way!

[Ben tries and fails to come off the floor, the handcuffs yanking him back.] No!

[And he sends up a cry.] Father, aid your soldiers, save your son!

[The demons drop Galiel, who drops like a lead weight to the floor, clutching feebly at his throat. Light is seeping through those cracks, now, brighter and brighter every moment, and Shaitan is raging, trying to hold the shield.] How the fuck does one fucking angel . . .

[And it's not one angel, it's a hundred, with Giborel and Guriel leading the charge, suddenly there as the shield gives way beneath the onslaught of a Century.]

Did you think "Hound of God" was some kind of ceremonial title? Did you think my brothers wouldn't move Heaven, Earth, and Hell itself to find me?

[But he's still terribly afraid he's gotten Galiel killed...]

You fucking . . . FUUUCK! [And Shaitan suddenly explodes into a whirlwind of black, swirling fury, a million blades caught up in a maelstrom of vicious, unbridled rage that lashes at everything and anything around him, fighting -- raging -- against that light as the Host descend . . .]

[Three of the angels break loose from the host to see to Galiel, while another lands behind Ben and frees him from the shackles.

That leaves ninety-six to deal with Shaitan.

Ben sits up, gasping, snarling, and reaching for both his Eagle and his sword cane. But, honestly, there's not a whole lot those weapons can do against... whatever that is that Shai is doing, so he's just gonna sit here on his knees and hold his broken ribs instead.]

[And Shaitan rages in his wrath, vast and ancient and terrible, but not even a Prince of Hell can take those kinds of odds without preparation, and although he howls and lashes out and leaves more than one angel battered and bleeding, eventually the whirlwind changes, becomes ashes and cinders and black, black smoke that swirls faster and faster until it vanishes with the high-pitched scream of a steam whistle.]

[While all that's going on, Ben lurches to his feet and stumbles over to Galiel and the three angels tending him. He doesn't have any Grace to lend, but he bows his head and prays, beseeching Dad on behalf of His son.]

Don't die...

[Galiel reaches up a weak, shaky hand and takes Ben's hand in his own. Did. Did well.

Thank you . . .

And Guriel's there, dropping to his knees at their side.] Ben, Galiel . . .

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[And Ben gasps, because he heard that, clear as day...] Ga-- Galiel? Can you--?

Guri, what...?

[And he feels something flicker in his chest. He holds Galiel's hand gently, instinct as old as time telling him what to do with it...

And he sends that flicker through his touch into the wounded angel.]

[Galiel gasps, closing his eyes again as that flicker of Grace joins that of his brothers. Thank you.

Guri wraps an arm around Ben's shoulders, lays the other hand on Galiel, and adds his Grace to the mix as well.] Be easy, brothers. You're among the Host.

[Ben leans into him. He's just now realizing how difficult it is to breathe.] I knew. Knew Dad wouldn't hang us out to dry. Didn't fall to my Wrath. Didn't feed that bastard...

[Guri nods and rests his cheek on Ben's hair.] Called on Dad. Not me. That's the True Faith that Shaitan can't touch. That's his kryptonite.

Good to... know.

[He swallows.] He kicked me pretty hard. Don't like to ask, with how bad Galiel's off, but. Having some trouble breathing here, bro.

[Guriel nods and presses a kiss to Ben's hair, letting Grace flow from it.] Be eased, Hound of God. Your battle is over.

[Ben nods against him.] Not mental, this time. I think... he busted some ribs. Bad. [He coughs, and... yep. That's blood...]

Easy, bro, I gotcha. Let go and let the Grace do its thing, yeah? [More Grace. One or two of the Century come over and add their efforts to their brothers'.]

[Ben makes a noise down in his throat and tries to relax.] Galiel. Is he okay? Shai wanted-- [He stops and shakes his head.] Shai's a bastard.

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