the_scapegoat: (Smug demon)
There is something very poetic with the fact that my "PB" may be in a Tarantino film.

And perhaps a Nazi no less.

(OOC: If this is true, and Fassy does sign onto the film...oh the plot bunnies!)
the_scapegoat: (What was that? With Remiel)
(OOC: How could I not pick this one! Italicized quotes are from Hex episode S2x06.)

Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. Mr. Blonde - Resevoir Dogs

"You see the thing is, psychopathic humans are all well and good, but you're dealing with another level here."

Until now, Azazeal had merely toyed with Max Rosen, small time (very small time) drugs dealer, and the young man was more out of his depth than he could imagine. Perie had roughed him up, the two Nephilim had goaded him with references to torture from Tarantino films, and then the faery had sliced his ear off. He was not looking good. Sick, in fact.

His handcuffs were released, but it was not to make him more comfortable, just the fact that for the next part of his torture, they wanted his hands.

"Shall we give you an example?"

Perie grinned as she saw Azazeal's look, knowing exactly what he meant and taking exceptional pleasure in her task. Kneeling at Max's side, she took one of his hands, and under the interested gazes of both Azazeal and Remiel, she pulled on one of his fingers. The flesh and the bone crackled and hissed, burning as she pulled it off. Max, of course, screamed and Remiel smiled, but Azazeal was serious now as he leant over Max, his lips curling in a snarl, his voice deep and vicious.

"Works internally too. I could have your heart in the palm of my hand in seconds."

That was when Max, crying and blubbing, completely cracked and told them what Leon had been doing in order to save Ella's life. With that information they knew what they planned to do, and that they could well stop Ella from dying. They had to be stopped.

Max was thrown onto the floor. He gave them no resistance, was not in a position to, as he just curled up. There was no time, right now, to continue, but when they returned, after Ella's long overdue death, they would finish him. It was impossible to let him go, and even if it hadn't, Azazeal had no intention of letting him live. Human life never rated highly with him. Azazeal would kill him, yes, but it would be long, painful, and put anything Tarantino could come up with to shame. But it would have to wait. Still, he couldn't give Max the chance to escape, or try and call for help. Not that there was any help to be found. So, as Remiel pulled his tongue from his mouth, Azazeal bound his legs together, letting skin knit with skin, fusing the two limbs.

And to give Max something truly memorable to think about while they were gone, both fallen angels moved into their true demonic forms, which left the man, speechless as he already was, nothing more that a shaking, drooling wreck, now with only what must be insanity to keep him company.

June 2010

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