[there was a man outside of the tower, cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other.]
Light, you stupid fuckin’ bitch- you have one job, just do it!
[it finally lights and he relaxes against the wall, cigarette sticking out of his mouth. His hat was missing from its usual spot, instead, on the ground beside him. Two wolf ears picked up when Dorian got out of the building, and his eyes darted over.]
You.
- @texan-wolf
[Dorian was going to visit surge, he had told vox he was going to do some work across the city, so he could get out]
"why are you always at the tower? I have somewhere to be"
[Dorian said, trying to ignore him and keep walking]
Ah-ah-ah, pretty boy. That’s what he calls you, isn’t it? Stick around for a bit, we need to chat.
[he grabs one of Dorian’s wrists firmly. He had no intention of leaving him alone tonight.]
Where are you off to in such a hurry, hm?
"that's none of your business, is it?"
[Dorian said rather harshly, trying to yank his wrist away. When it didn't work, his crystals grew, sharpening slightly.]
Now, now, now, baby, that’s no way to talk to me, is it?
[his ears pin back, and there’s aggression behind his smile.]
I need to talk to you about your pretty little soul. Now, I know the offer for Surge is up and done, he’s been outta my hands for a while, but you’re more than welcome to request anything from me.
What do you want, Dorian?
"how.. do you know my name."
[Dorian asked, his crystals growing sharper and longer by the second. He was clearly ready to defend himself anyway he could if he so needed]
Sparky told me. He’s an asshole, but at least he tells me shit.
[he takes a drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke in Dorian’s face.]
So, again, what do you want?
"I want you to leave me alone"
[Dorian coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face]
Now, that ain’t very nice to say, is it?
[he tilts his head like a confused dog.]
Listen, and listen good, Dorian. I’ve got angelic weaponry now. I don’t believe you want to mess with that, do you?
[his hand slides to one of his guns- one that is clearly now angelic.]
"I'm still vox's best employee. He wouldn't like it if I was dead."
[Dorian said, staring at the gun]
You think he cares about his employees? You’re fuckin’ cute thinkin’ like that.
[he fiddles with the hammer, before his hand goes back up to take his cigarette out of his mouth.]
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
[Dorian finally asked, finally looking back up]
[he took the cigarette and jabbed it into Dorian’s neck to put it out.]
Cause Im not gonna stop till I get your soul, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a hiss, smacking the other demon's hand away]
"stop calling me that."
[he’s taken aback for about two seconds… before he shoves Dorian by one of the crystals.]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a cry of pain, before slapping his hand over his mouth, knowing that Harold would take full advantage of this.]
Oh?
That hurt?
Good. Let’s test that.
[harold shuffled around in his pockets for another cigarette, a hand shooting out to hold Dorian by the neck. He didn’t need Dorian getting away just yet.]
"Let me.. go.."
[Dorian gritted out, trying to squirm his way out of Harold's grip]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[he shoved Dorian to the wall, leaning against him to keep him down as he grabbed his lighter.]
Stop squirmin’.
"They're.. sensitive.. you're gonna hurt them."
[Dorian said, trying to push Harold off of him]
Good.
[he lights the cigarette and takes a drag on it first before he shoves it into one of the crystals.]
[Dorian Cried out in agony, trying so hard to push Harold away, his hands trembling harshly]
[he grabs Dorian by the collar and shoves him to the wall.]
STOP SQUIRMIN’.
[he takes his lighter and holds it close to one of the crystals. He hasn’t lit it yet.]
"Then.. Stop!"
[Dorian panted out, clearly still in severe pain, his whole body remember]
[he flicks it on for maybe three seconds. He figures that’s enough. His hand goes up to dorians hair to tug.]
You should’ve listened.
[Dorian had to try hard to not cry out in pain again, gritting his teeth. He wasn't going to give Harold any more satisfaction of seeing him in pain]
[He tugs Dorian down to knee him in the face. Harold forces him to stay on the ground.]
Fuckin’ pathetic, waste of air, paper bag of a human.
"Just go away..."
[Dorian whispered, unable to stand up anymore. Not even trying to fight]
[he stomps on one of Dorian’s crystals, with as much force as he can manage, with full intention to shatter it.]
I’ll be seeing you in a week. I hope by then you’ll change your mind about your soul.
[Dorian let out a loud cry of pure agony, soon after, the pain became too much, causing the crystal covered demon to faint.]
[he spits on Dorian before he leaves.]
Fuckin’ pathetic.
