ANGLER TEETH!

There’s the beginnings of a sneer on Michael’s face, curling over bloodstained lips – pulled their head sharply away from Dagon, ripping through their skin in the process, uncaring. They were going to kill this pathetic excuse for a demon the first moment they could. The Archangel was in pain, but they certainly weren’t going to show it ( wouldn’t give Dagon the satisfaction ). There was truth in what Dagon said – Michael reported to no one ( Gabriel, on occasion, but they usually kept their visits to Hell a secret ). It was a low chance that they’d come looking for the Archangel here anytime soon. Not that Michael would give that away. “Gabriel is in charge, and knows what happens to all of Heaven’s soldiers – myself included.”

A pause, before a scoff.  “Hellfire? I highly doubt you’d kill me – There’s no fun in that for you, is there, demon?” Michael’s grace tingled beneath their fingertips, but the Archangel was exhausted, and righteousness wasn’t rising to the surface. Hands tested restraints again, still finding them unbreakable. How much longer would this drag on for? Michael had a high pain tolerance, but it wasn’t infinite. “Surely you want something, otherwise why would you bother to do this. Just tell me what it is. I have an appointment

Dagon whipped their hand back in surprise, blood on the tips of their fingernails. Once the surprise of the unintentional ( but far from unsatisfactory ) injury, they examined the angelic fluid with a curious expression as Michael spoke, only half paying attention to the Archangel as they spoke. When they offered them something, they clicked their tongue.

" HM. I don’t think you’re getting me, Michael. THIS IS WHAT I WANT. " The word ‘want’ had a sickening emphasis, said oddly sultry despite the horror behind the word. They didn’t bother wiping the blood from their fingertips as they looked at Michael, humming softly. " Soooo, how much do I have to hurt you until your wings pop out? You know, like those pedal trash cans— the lids pop up if you press the right button? Kinda happens with demons. Least the ones I’ve done this too. " Dagon picked up a heavy thin blade, one side sharp & smooth while the other was rough & serated. Opposites, both in distance in form.

A rush of amusement came when the demon attempted again to argue for his freedom, their finger gliding over the metal thorns on one of the tools. Some of the designs were traditional to human dungeons of old, but other were things they had designed in their free time. They had a love particularly for tools that looked beautiful but felt anything but. They settled on a scourge whip, rolling one of the leather strands between their fingers with a small smile.

“ I love whips. Some people say they’re a little kinky, though. I think that’s just from people who aren’t getting actually whipped. Just baby lashes, really, like swatting a fly. ” For emphasis, they drew back the whip & harshly cracked it against their palm. The noise echoed against the cellar walls.

「 ✉  @potentesgratia  」  “Someone will come looking for me." 

       A SMALL HUM of consideration left the demon’s lips as they hovered over Michael, hand firm on the Archangel’s jawline as they considered their features. They were a pretty bird, that was for sure. Even with the blood dripping down their face, & the beginnings of bruises that were forming on their formerly perfect pale skin. They dug sharp claws into their face, all fingernails beside the pointer & middle which were nice & dull being sharp as a jagged knife. 

「 ✉  @weirdtongued」“You can’t keep me here forever.” | @weirdtongued

          ʿ OHˌ I CAN’T？Do me a solidˌ Crowleyˌ & on a scale from one to ten                tell me your confidence in that statement. Be sure to put  an  emphasis                on your accuracyˌ that shit’s easier for paperwork。′

     DAGON was having a blast, circling around the tied up demon like a shark as they      contemplated their next move. They walked over to the tool rack on the wall of the      dampˏ dank cell. Smelled like bloodˏ deathˏ&  most  likely  the  closest  stench  to      sufferingˏ not particular to humanˏ demonˌ  &  occasionally  (  &  much to  Dagon’s      delightˏ ANGEL. ) 

「 ✉  @ineffablequestion 」 “You can’t keep me here forever. Just get it over with.” This probably isn't the first time he's been in Dagon's "care". Someone doesn't know how to learn their lesson. 

    OH THAT made the demon grin, corner of their lips tugging up to dimple their cheeks      & reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth. They waltzed besides the demon,  gripping  the       angle of his face in their palm to run a clawed  finger  down  the  line  of  his  jaw. The       fact he thought they would listen to him was rich, even richer still he thought he was in       any position to make demands. Funny, funny, funny.                           ‷ DON’T be an idiotˏ Crowleyˏ we both know I am in the business of taking                             my   sweetˏ  sweet  time. You  should  be  pleasedˏ  given  I  cleared  my                              whole afternoon for this bout. Guess I should punish  you  for  a  lack  of                             appreciation for my craft. Those  ropes  aren’t  lookin’  tight  enoughˏ  I’m                         thinkin’ .‴