His Mercy

[mercifulwatch]

A developing story of why Remiel is the way Remiel is. Who doesn't love an origins fic with danger, romance and giant angel children?

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[scalpelsplease]

*Alastair lazily glazes over the text*

Don't you have better things to do than sit around memoiring all of over the place?

[mercifulwatch]

*Scowl*

I'll kick your ass you slimy, pussing demonic hemarroid.

[scalpelsplease]

I'm shaking in my boots. Let me know when you get to the mudering of all the Grigori. That part should be a riot.

[mercifulwatch]

Ok Alastair stop right there. You know that I am you right? Of course you know what's in the next part.

[scalpelsplease]

What are you talking about feather brain? I'm gonna cut you.

[mercifulwatch]

The hand that is up my ass telling me what to do is the same ass that is up your ass. You're my opposite... and really really creepy.

[scalpelsplease]

So I'm the hot one?

[mercifulwatch]

[scalpelsplease]