Bullseye
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: eighteen
Warnings: It's Hell baby.
Summary: Demons like a bit of light relief from the serious business of torturing souls. Bar sports are a good outlet.
Alastair downed his drink and licked his lips lasciviously.
"Good vintage!"
The Bar-demon cackled and refilled Hell's chief inquisitor's cup (the skull of Saloth Sar, if Alastair was not mistaken).
He turned back to watch the game, leaning on the bar, the picture of relaxation.
Dean was pinned against the wall, spreadeagled and naked save for the circular target painted crudely onto his torso. Blood from manifold puncture wounds trickled down pale skin and dripped onto the floor, where rats lapped it up.
"So," Alastair crooned. "Eighteen then double top to finish him off, and it's back to the pit."
A/N well, I wasn't going to write about Hell again, but once I got the whole darts thing in my head, this was the only way it could go! I blame Enkidu and Onyx!
