S'more....
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Strange things were happening. Instances, that had they been a little less severe, someone might have calmly noticed were occurring at an alarming rate around a gruffly stalking figure in black. There was a shrill cry mingled with traffic sounds as a young boy on a bike crashed into an oncoming car. The helmet he had been wearing saved his head but it did little to help his leg, which was now bent the wrong way with a bone sticking out of his flesh. The traffic light had turned green on both sides at the same time.
Lynch continued to walk.
A young woman began to scream as a man's German Shepard moved from curiously sniffing her hands to sinking its teeth into her palms, refusing to let go. Blood began to ooze from between the dog's sharp fangs as he kept his death grip on the poor woman who was wailing and tugging uselessly as the owner tried to call his usually calm dog off of her.
Lynch avoided stepping in the forming puddle of blood with his leather boots.
As he finished crossing a street, the loud rush of horns and sounds of metal hitting metal filled the London air. Aiming for his current residence building, the demon did a short mental count and was pleased to note that there had been several toddlers caught in the maze of tangled cars. It made him feel a bit better. A bit.
He approached the small hotel he was currently renting out a room in. To be specific, Lynch wasn't exactly renting out a room as he was not paying any rent. In fact, the owner of the hotel had seen Lynch several times but was made quickly to forget. It had been the demon's suggestion that the hotel owner not rent out room 6 at the moment that allowed Lynch to reside there without any problems. Whenever the hotel owner considered the vacant room, he got a bad feeling. It was best he not even dwell on the room's existence. At least, for a little while.
Walking angrily into his room, the demon stopped dead in his tracks, fuming at his own weakness and backing down against Crowley. As his anger rose, the sunglasses that had been perched on his face melted and slid out of existence. In their absence, a pair of bright blood red eyes were now visibly, glowing in the slightly darkened room. They gleamed with a malicious hatred as he continued to think on what happened.
A few floors below, spiders crawled out of the heating vents of several rooms.
*That bloody snake. Traitor, disgusting!* sputtered Lynch's thoughts. *Who does he think he is, telling me what to do? Consorting and making deals with the Enemy! Repulsive little maggot!*
A woman who had turned on the tap to brush her teeth several rooms over shrieked in horror as a line of pale wriggling grubs came out of the faucet.
*Who the fuck does he think he is to challenge me?! WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS!!??*
Several guests of the modest hotel who were taking showers jumped out of the stall in horror as cockroaches burst up from the drain in masses.
At the last burst of anger, Lynch finally began to feel his rage subside. The once burning glow in his eyes lessened to a dull shine, although they still looked very red in comparison to the near brown shade they usually had. The demon stepped toward the bed on the far left side of the room and sat down. He ordered himself to think. He would have to try and maintain a level head and think if he was to succeed in his new objective.
That specifically being to get rid of Crowley. The other demon had challenged him, ridiculing him. It would have to be answered for. And besides....an empty spot up on Earth could work very well for Lynch. He had taken over for Hastur and Ligur but getting full reign sounded better. Much better.
But to get rid of Crowley.....that would be a complicated task. Despite his earlier outbursts of thoughts, Lynch knew the serpent could be clever and resourceful. Ligur and Hastur had underestimated him and the results of that spoke for themselves. Lynch didn't get to where he was by being so naive. No, he'd need more information. He would have to find a weakness.
He'd have to find the perfect weakness.....
Strange things were happening. Instances, that had they been a little less severe, someone might have calmly noticed were occurring at an alarming rate around a gruffly stalking figure in black. There was a shrill cry mingled with traffic sounds as a young boy on a bike crashed into an oncoming car. The helmet he had been wearing saved his head but it did little to help his leg, which was now bent the wrong way with a bone sticking out of his flesh. The traffic light had turned green on both sides at the same time.
Lynch continued to walk.
A young woman began to scream as a man's German Shepard moved from curiously sniffing her hands to sinking its teeth into her palms, refusing to let go. Blood began to ooze from between the dog's sharp fangs as he kept his death grip on the poor woman who was wailing and tugging uselessly as the owner tried to call his usually calm dog off of her.
Lynch avoided stepping in the forming puddle of blood with his leather boots.
As he finished crossing a street, the loud rush of horns and sounds of metal hitting metal filled the London air. Aiming for his current residence building, the demon did a short mental count and was pleased to note that there had been several toddlers caught in the maze of tangled cars. It made him feel a bit better. A bit.
He approached the small hotel he was currently renting out a room in. To be specific, Lynch wasn't exactly renting out a room as he was not paying any rent. In fact, the owner of the hotel had seen Lynch several times but was made quickly to forget. It had been the demon's suggestion that the hotel owner not rent out room 6 at the moment that allowed Lynch to reside there without any problems. Whenever the hotel owner considered the vacant room, he got a bad feeling. It was best he not even dwell on the room's existence. At least, for a little while.
Walking angrily into his room, the demon stopped dead in his tracks, fuming at his own weakness and backing down against Crowley. As his anger rose, the sunglasses that had been perched on his face melted and slid out of existence. In their absence, a pair of bright blood red eyes were now visibly, glowing in the slightly darkened room. They gleamed with a malicious hatred as he continued to think on what happened.
A few floors below, spiders crawled out of the heating vents of several rooms.
*That bloody snake. Traitor, disgusting!* sputtered Lynch's thoughts. *Who does he think he is, telling me what to do? Consorting and making deals with the Enemy! Repulsive little maggot!*
A woman who had turned on the tap to brush her teeth several rooms over shrieked in horror as a line of pale wriggling grubs came out of the faucet.
*Who the fuck does he think he is to challenge me?! WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS!!??*
Several guests of the modest hotel who were taking showers jumped out of the stall in horror as cockroaches burst up from the drain in masses.
At the last burst of anger, Lynch finally began to feel his rage subside. The once burning glow in his eyes lessened to a dull shine, although they still looked very red in comparison to the near brown shade they usually had. The demon stepped toward the bed on the far left side of the room and sat down. He ordered himself to think. He would have to try and maintain a level head and think if he was to succeed in his new objective.
That specifically being to get rid of Crowley. The other demon had challenged him, ridiculing him. It would have to be answered for. And besides....an empty spot up on Earth could work very well for Lynch. He had taken over for Hastur and Ligur but getting full reign sounded better. Much better.
But to get rid of Crowley.....that would be a complicated task. Despite his earlier outbursts of thoughts, Lynch knew the serpent could be clever and resourceful. Ligur and Hastur had underestimated him and the results of that spoke for themselves. Lynch didn't get to where he was by being so naive. No, he'd need more information. He would have to find a weakness.
He'd have to find the perfect weakness.....