E/O Drabble challenge, word: rain
A/N: My heartfelt gratitude to all of you who read and review and accompany Crowley on his hellish trip. To celebrate the 10th chapter here are 200 words on the dot – and a reunion with someone who lives up to his name...
At the first flash of pitch-black falling from the evergray and hitting barren soil Crowley froze, his mind failing to process the sight of liquid darkness gathering, molding into a human form. When his instincts kicked in, it was too late. A shower of deadly meteorites rained down, surrounding them.
"It's a small world, as they say," a voice said coldly. "Definitely too small for both of us."
"I hate to agree with you," Crowley replied, retorting Dick Roman's mock smile with a predator grin while he tightened the grip on his machete.
Whether his hellhound misinterpreted the gesture as a signal to attack or sensed his master's distress he'd never know. It charged with a snarl that would've sent most of Purgatories inhabitants running for their useless life.
The Leviathan evolved his voracious jaw and killed both – snarl and hound.
"Savory" he purred, "for starters."
All Crowley could hear was white noise, replacing hate, fear and sorrow, rising with the searing power of an erupting volcano.
He watched the smile on Roman's face waver, saw his own hand moving like a sickle, harvesting his enemies heads in a single motion.
His power was back.
Too late for his pup.
TBC