[Shaitan hisses and holds up a hand which has gone all razor-sharp and taloned and elongated.] I think I changed my mind. I think I'm gonna kill him slowly. See how long your fucking cowboy speeches go.
Yep, I know your kind. Weak and small. You hurt people weaker and smaller than you because it makes you feel strong and powerful, but you'll never be more than a sad little prince on a sad little hill playing with his sad little toys.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
[Galiel squeezes his eyes shut and mouths the words along with Ben as Shaitan's claws trace slow, bloody furrows down his back between the wings. He's shaking in the grip of the demons on either side of him, bloodied and weak and exhausted, and Shaitan leans in to smirk and whisper in his ear as the claws stop moving, resting in the small of his back with undeniable menace.] Nobody's coming to save you, Galiel. The dog could have, but he won't even try. Because you're not worth the effort it would take. Not enough left here to save.
[The claws slide in, spearing a kidney, and Galiel cries out in strangled, wordless agony.] Just carrion. Worthless. Bloody. Carrion.
[Ben squeezes his eyes shut.] You are a lying liar who lies. He is an angel of the Lord and beloved by Him and the Host. Nothing I do can save him, because you're a sadistic little bastard who likes making people suffer. [He's doing his best to comfort Galiel with the Psalm. Not sure how well it's working.]
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
This is the reward of the wicked, Galiel. [Shaitan yanks, and the angel convulses.] They win.
Dad fucking lied to you. He lied to all of us. He gave our birthright to the fucking livestock. He told us goodness was its own reward, but look. Look where it gets you.
The Lord's a fucking liar, Gal. He doesn't love you. He loves the pets. He'll let me do things to you I could never do to the dog over there, because He loves a hunk of walking, talking meat more than you or me.
Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not Thyself from my supplication. Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise; Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me...
I don't hate you, Galiel. [Shaitan reaches a bloody hand up and strokes the side of the angel's face in a horrible parody of a brother's caress.] I hate him and all the rest of them who stole what was ours from us. I hate Dad. And I fuckin' hate that I can't take this out on that smug little fucker over there, the one who deserves to be hurting right now, because of what Dad did to protect him. And not you.
[Galiel shakes his head. He's flickering inside, alarmingly, and wonders just how long he can keep this up. What we were. Made for. Supposed to. Protect them. I am. Content...]
Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O Thou most High. What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee...
[Ben's voice is reedy and desperate, trying to keep Galiel grounded as well as himself.]
Why? [Shaitan roars with rage, right up against Galiel's ear, digging claws into the side of his face and shaking it slightly.] How can you not fucking hate him, hate all of them? Why can't you stupid fucks see you should be furious?
[Love them. They're Father's. You were. Father's once... Still love... you...
Ben bares his fangs.] No.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping. The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.
[Ben clamps his mouth shut, glaring furiously. But Shai can't stop his mental voice, and all those months in Wynter's house doing nothing but read are standing him in good stead now...]
When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at Thy presence. For Thou hast maintained my right and my cause; Thou satest in the throne judging right...
Leave him alone, Shai. Hurt me, not him. He hasn't done anything to you except be obedient to Dad.
[Shai inhales at the faint breath of fury. That's it, what he's looking for. His inward road past the shield that Ben's faith currently has drawn around him.
Now he just has to stoke it.] You don't give the orders around here, bitch. You don't call the shots. I do.
Yep. You're calling the shots on a wounded angel and a puny mortal you've got chained to the floor. I thought you were a Prince of Hell, not a pathetic loser.
Oh, you're wrong, all right. Because you still think Dad is going to get you out of here. [His claws dig into the side of Galiel's face, and blood flows down the angel's cheeks and drips to the floor.] You're wrong.
I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and so shall I be saved from my enemies. Even you, even now.
All I have to do is hold out...
[He's... not actually doing so hot in that department right now, for all his bravado. He's hunting for that core of peace within, and having a hard time catching hold of it.]
Stop. Fucking. Talking. [Shaitan draws back and backhands Galiel furiously across the face, leaving deep, bloody slashes. Then he wheels on Ben and stalks towards him, furious and dangerous.] Or I'll fucking tear your tongue out.
[And somewhere, very far off at the very edge of perception, something rumbles in response to that.]
Stop talking? Is that something I do? Did I miss another memo? [But he's left Galiel, thank Dad, and if Ben can just keep that fucker focused on him instead of the angel now, they might both actually live through this.]
[Shai snarls and reaches out with his power, looking for the Wrath that lets him boil Ben's blood, but it's not there, not like it needs to be.
The magic wreathing Ben's sigil, though, that's a different story, and he reaches out and tangles his own power in that magic and yanks with all his might.]
[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.
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.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 04:53 pm (UTC)Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:29 pm (UTC)[The claws slide in, spearing a kidney, and Galiel cries out in strangled, wordless agony.] Just carrion. Worthless. Bloody. Carrion.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:37 pm (UTC)A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:45 pm (UTC)Dad fucking lied to you. He lied to all of us. He gave our birthright to the fucking livestock. He told us goodness was its own reward, but look. Look where it gets you.
The Lord's a fucking liar, Gal. He doesn't love you. He loves the pets. He'll let me do things to you I could never do to the dog over there, because He loves a hunk of walking, talking meat more than you or me.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:58 pm (UTC)Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not Thyself from my supplication.
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me...
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:01 pm (UTC)Doesn't that piss you off?
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:11 pm (UTC)Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O Thou most High.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee...
[Ben's voice is reedy and desperate, trying to keep Galiel grounded as well as himself.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:15 pm (UTC)And you, dog. Shut the fuck up.
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:28 pm (UTC)Ben bares his fangs.] No.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 06:53 pm (UTC)When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at Thy presence.
For Thou hast maintained my right and my cause; Thou satest in the throne judging right...
Leave him alone, Shai. Hurt me, not him. He hasn't done anything to you except be obedient to Dad.
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:06 pm (UTC)Now he just has to stoke it.] You don't give the orders around here, bitch. You don't call the shots. I do.
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:13 pm (UTC)Guess I was wrong.
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 07:37 pm (UTC)All I have to do is hold out...
[He's... not actually doing so hot in that department right now, for all his bravado. He's hunting for that core of peace within, and having a hard time catching hold of it.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 08:00 pm (UTC)[And somewhere, very far off at the very edge of perception, something rumbles in response to that.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 08:21 pm (UTC)The magic wreathing Ben's sigil, though, that's a different story, and he reaches out and tangles his own power in that magic and yanks with all his might.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 08:49 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-01 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 09:18 pm (UTC)[His grip tightens . . .
And there's a noise like ten thousand thunderstorms breaking out at once overhead.]
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