#tplots

Crowley was more than happy to replace her collar- done even before she wakes up- shock one like before- bell/ same as the one Berach gave her

Berach is charged with taking care of her as a punishment for messing with Feliciano

Takes advantage of her inability to do much of anything

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Blinds her the rest of the way in exchange of partial use of her legs- either able to use them a little or only when he activates a seal at the base of her spine

- Wow both of them use and abuse her that’s new

Trapped in a wheel chair; chained onto it after she attacks a demon that hurts her

Just gotten to the point that they wrap gauze over her wounds- ‘don’t like looking at them’

Continue to cause them- Crowley likes going down to bone- Berach likes to burn her, especially when she has to sit and watch him smoke down a cigarette

Punish her for drinking/smoking when they leave her alone close to either/both

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Finally broken/stops fighting back

Can however cause a large amount of damage when she is given the reason to (i.e. with Michael when she gets back; reaches up to shake his hand and causes cuts up his arm)

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Refuses to have any sort of interaction with Feliciano

Blames him for a large portion of everything that’s happened *(once again blame Berach/Crowley)

By that point even Caligo was attempting to protect her. The things that were happening couldn’t be possible, the fires and the monsters and the things prowling about couldn’t be real. Most things were kept away from her little corner by this point, the shadow warding them away before they could get close enough to hurt her any more.

Her shoulder hurt, her arm had stopped moving what felt like hours ago. There wasn’t anything that looked wrong with it, just a sharp pain every time her heart beat and a failure for it to react beyond curling her fingers into a loose fist.

Closing her eyes wasn’t an option. The last time she’d done so Caligo had fallen asleep as well, letting the hallucinations or whatever it had been get a hold of her and drag her through another round of memories she’d tried to forget for as long as they’d existed.

Everything had mulled together, her own mind struggling to come up with what had caused this. Flashes of an eater would flood her mind, adding to the monsters circling around her tiny corner of protected darkness. Those thoughts were tossed away almost as quickly as they sprung up, trying to keep the eaters away from her and being completely unable to provide any sort of reasoning for them to be anywhere close enough to have latched onto her or Feli.

Laevis struggled to even make any sort of headway against their injuries. Gemma’s shoulder and back were ripped through, no clue of what sort of damage there was to her internal organs, if there was anything left of them but ground meat by this point. Her shoulder was damaged at best, upper arm almost snapped through from where the eater had gotten a better grip of the two. Laevis had pulled several teeth from the wounds, more than likely dislodged when she’d attempted to force the eater away from them.

Feli was hardly in better shape. The top of his wing was damaged badly, would probably need days of healing from one of the archangels to be okay again. His shoulder was torn up from the deeper bite, a few teeth having been removed from what he could find.

Both of them were being smothered by the poison. It was in their bloodstreams almost immediately, far too much getting into their already fragile systems by the time the others had managed to get the angel eater off of the pair. Obviously they didn’t have enough of the antidotes for both of them, forcing him to split it up to try and buy them more time to get more.

He realized he probably shouldn’t have split it straight down the middle after he’d given it to them. She needed more; it had gotten a deeper hold on her to start with before probably managing to get poison into her lungs with its second bite. But Feliciano was weaker, even with less poison it was probably barely managing to keep him from dying.

Her mind was disjointed at best by this point. It was everything she could do to keep focused on what was happening right then and now, rather than being shoved back into the past she didn’t want to think about.  Michael’s hold on her arms was one of the only things keeping her paying attention to what was happening, every movement in the small room putting her more on edge than she already was.

Feli’s panicking didn’t help her cling to the present. He was positive that she’d just died, obviously taking the blame himself just like with everything before. Her hands dug into her pants, begging to keep it all together for just long enough to get back into bed. Then she could lose it, have any horrid dream and just be trapped there until someone woke her up again.

Maybe then she could feel a little better, get out of this sad haze and the guilt that refused to leave her alone. At least sleeping would stop her from jumping at every noise, even the most expected thing seemed to drive her up the wall.

She should have just woken Michael up. Instead she had to be too hardheaded for her own good, fighting her own way to the bathroom. She made it about halfway before sinking to the ground in a puddle of silent curses and sobs, the pain in her legs and shoulder making it too hard to keep going without a rest.

Caligo wished she’d picked a better place to collapse; the pair in the living room was far too loud. After a while she just pressed her hands tightly over her ears, hoping she could pull it together and get to the bathroom before they wore away her last nerve. Leaning her back against the wall, she muttered curses against both of their gods, planning on waiting until they would finish and just fall asleep before continuing her now probably not so silent and stumbling way to the bathroom.

It felt like an eternity before she gave up waiting for them to finish, pressing one hand over her mouth to muffle any noise and the other against the wall to try and keep from falling over. She managed to stumble into the bathroom several minutes later, quietly pushing and latching the door shut to try and silence the cries coming from outside of it.

She took care of her business quickly enough, hesitating when it came to actually leaving the room. Her legs hurt too much to consider getting back silently and her shoulder made it too hard to even think about. Instead she took refuge in the bathtub, the cold porcelain dragging away some of the pain while she did what she could to stay awake.

She couldn’t escape it, even when she knew she was dreaming.

Plague kept her claws stuck fast, dragging her down until it wasn’t worth it to try and climb up anymore. She wanted it to be over, for the torture to be over and so she could finally be allowed to die.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, when the words finally made themselves heard she didn’t have the strength left to do anything but try to answer the questions she didn’t remember ever being asked. Blood mixed with black sludge left her gagging every few words, her stomach heaving even when there wasn’t anything else left to get rid of.

Plague’s image fizzled out after a while, replaced by Michael. If anything this only caused more pain, more pressure on an already collapsing ribcage while he continued whispering words she could barely catch.

She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away and just feel safe.

But even her dreams were torture, each always worse than the last she’d tried to escape until she was just forced to endure consciousness.

Crowley leered over her like so many times before. He waited a few moments for her to take stock of everything, smirking more as she struggled ever so hard against the binds he’d carefully placed. She squirmed futilely for a few more minutes and only stopped after they held her still and wore their way into her skin with every move against them.

Broken whines escaped her after that, wanting to be let go so she could just curl up in the corner and wish them all away, ignore them until they went away. His hand closed around her throat almost instantly to cut them off before tutting under his breath. “Seems like you need to be taught a little lesson, our bad little bird has been trying to get out.”

Her eyes didn’t catch more than a blur before her sight went black, setting her on edge and trying to remind herself that she couldn’t have possibly gone blind. Another rustling of fabric echoed in her ears while her head was pulled up and something dug into her scalp with no warning. By then she felt like she was being smothered, struggling for the next breath as her body slowly tried to get used to breathing like that.

Crowley hissed into her ear, “We’ll check back on you in a day or two, hopefully by then you’ll of received the message.” Then she couldn’t hear anything else, not even the silence she had gotten so used to was there, it dragged at her and pulled her down while her eyes begged to see anything but the nothingness, to smell something, feel anything before she just tried to run away from it all.

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This time she got to jump forward, just feeling the helplessness that had settled in by now, the way that her mind was breaking down under feeling absolutely nothing at all. She couldn’t make any noise to beg them to let her loose, couldn’t fight or move or do anything but break down into smaller pieces knowing that if she gave them reason to they would leave her like this until she died.

A few times he had come to check on her, locking her back into the nothingness the moment he would see so much as a glimmer of resistance in her eye or anything he could count as a fight back.

It felt like weeks had mulled their way by trapped in darkness before she was begging for him to come back and let her go. This time when he pulled up the mask she didn’t react in any way other than staring blankly up at him, even after a stinging blow lit its way across her face she didn’t do anything, keeping her face toward the side. The demon gently turned her head back toward him, a smug grin spread across his face at the still blank look in her eyes.

A few words slid their way from his lips that she couldn’t come close to grasping the meaning of. Sound pounded at her ears a few moments later, namely what she used to consider silence and his deafening laughter as she winced away the smallest bit to try and escape the noise before forcing herself back into non reaction.

 What was left of the angel still couldn’t move, wouldn’t dare move a muscle for fear of him forcing her back into the darkness. Short, gasping breaths still escaped every few moments, her lungs begging for the air that had been so hard to get.

Crowley only smirked at her, simply watching to see her struggle while her mind did everything it possibly could to keep from falling apart while keeping Crowley happy. When her eyes would start to drift shut the demon lurched forward, forcing the cloth back over her mouth and nose.

Her arms jerked against the restraints, trying to reach and pull away the piece of the mask that was making it so hard to breathe. The attempt was given up almost instantly, eyes glancing up toward his and silently begged that he didn’t isolate her any more.

“Don’t worry darling, as long as you keep quiet the next time we won’t have any more troubles. Given… you’ve learned your lesson. I wouldn’t want you to have to get put through this too many more times.” He chuckled under his breath before walking away, giving no notice to the pained tears escaping bright red eyes.

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She didn’t want to wake up, curling into a smaller ball while hands clawed at her face to try and remove half of a mask that wasn’t there anymore. Broken sobs escaped with every breath, pain shooting across her joints while she forced her body into as small of a ball she could manage, trying to keep everything away before it could hurt her as well.

Caligo tried to just lock herself down again, that maybe if she could just get away then no one would pursue her and she could try and fix what was left of herself and the angel. Her mind didn’t want to stop working, didn’t want to go back and face every memory of what it had already been through once.