Good Omens fic, A/C
Jun. 25th, 2003 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveDismemberment
There are things in the world designed to combat evil. Holy water, charms, spells and kind words. Crowley has seen them all: some of them in action and some of them just sitting around being threatening. He’s done as much as research as any intelligent demon would do, and in the back of his mind he’s selected which ones he’d favor as a method of destruction.
Not that he thinks he’ll have the choice, but if he has to go, there are ways he’d prefer and ways he’d do anything to avoid. As a demon of Hell he figures that if he ever does get destroyed, it’ll be in the way he would most despise. The one involving slow, monotonous torture and a cast of thousands watching him – he’ll die of embarrassment long before he ever gets doused with Holy Water.
Holy Water isn’t his most preferred method, but it’s the one he’ll tell himself out loud. He likes talking to himself aloud, because he knows sometimes people are listening and he figures whatever nightmares they get as a result are their own fault.
The evil gets toted up in his column, but it’s their own fault for being eavesdroppers.
But if he gets turned into his constituent atoms, he knows how he would really like it to be. In fact it’s already happening, one atom at a time. More slowly than he can rebuild his human body, so he’s in no real danger of walking around with an arm missing.
But every kind word, and every affectionate glance, and every time Aziraphale touches him, it cuts at him until he knows, if he lets it keep happening, some day he will be destroyed.
There are things in the world designed to combat evil. Holy water, charms, spells and kind words. Crowley has seen them all: some of them in action and some of them just sitting around being threatening. He’s done as much as research as any intelligent demon would do, and in the back of his mind he’s selected which ones he’d favor as a method of destruction.
Not that he thinks he’ll have the choice, but if he has to go, there are ways he’d prefer and ways he’d do anything to avoid. As a demon of Hell he figures that if he ever does get destroyed, it’ll be in the way he would most despise. The one involving slow, monotonous torture and a cast of thousands watching him – he’ll die of embarrassment long before he ever gets doused with Holy Water.
Holy Water isn’t his most preferred method, but it’s the one he’ll tell himself out loud. He likes talking to himself aloud, because he knows sometimes people are listening and he figures whatever nightmares they get as a result are their own fault.
The evil gets toted up in his column, but it’s their own fault for being eavesdroppers.
But if he gets turned into his constituent atoms, he knows how he would really like it to be. In fact it’s already happening, one atom at a time. More slowly than he can rebuild his human body, so he’s in no real danger of walking around with an arm missing.
But every kind word, and every affectionate glance, and every time Aziraphale touches him, it cuts at him until he knows, if he lets it keep happening, some day he will be destroyed.