I'll never better bridges that I'm bent to burn [Closed]
Who: Gabriel, Bela, later Bruce, Dean and Tony.
Where: Gabriel's room.
When: Around 1:00 AM, after this.
What: Gabe pushed the wrong button. And now Bela's gonna subvert that pretty little paradigm of his.
Warnings: Violence. Death. Literal burnination. POSSIBLY TORTUROUSNESS. Controlled fire, controlled holy light--if there's nothing standing right in front of the crack under Gabe's door, they're not at risk of injury.
Breaking into his room was as easy as it had been the first time around. Easier, even, given her own cold fury, her absolute refusal to be kept out. She hadn't felt this way since Lilith smiled at her and said the deal had changed, that she could still return that one-way ticket to hell if, if, she did one little thing more.
She painted all the symbols in place, bracketed on either side by the smooth lines of a circle, save the last line of the last sigil. No point in making a circle if he won't be able to drop himself into the middle of it. The barrier can't go up until he's inside.
Bela glanced back at the pitcher by the door, the long knife laying lengthwise across its top, the blade now coated in holy oil.
The last time someone had slapped her in the face with her past, she'd tried to goad him into killing her. This time... This time, the pain would be his.
Where: Gabriel's room.
When: Around 1:00 AM, after this.
What: Gabe pushed the wrong button. And now Bela's gonna subvert that pretty little paradigm of his.
Warnings: Violence. Death. Literal burnination. POSSIBLY TORTUROUSNESS. Controlled fire, controlled holy light--if there's nothing standing right in front of the crack under Gabe's door, they're not at risk of injury.
Breaking into his room was as easy as it had been the first time around. Easier, even, given her own cold fury, her absolute refusal to be kept out. She hadn't felt this way since Lilith smiled at her and said the deal had changed, that she could still return that one-way ticket to hell if, if, she did one little thing more.
She painted all the symbols in place, bracketed on either side by the smooth lines of a circle, save the last line of the last sigil. No point in making a circle if he won't be able to drop himself into the middle of it. The barrier can't go up until he's inside.
Bela glanced back at the pitcher by the door, the long knife laying lengthwise across its top, the blade now coated in holy oil.
The last time someone had slapped her in the face with her past, she'd tried to goad him into killing her. This time... This time, the pain would be his.