Title: This is Hell
Author: Casix Thistlebane
disclaimer: I don't own Angel, and this whole thing
is based on my absolute favorite concept of hell,
which was created by Jhonen Vasquez. I'm not making
any money off of this.
Summary: Angel's in hell. again.
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A woman is being attacked by a chaos demon in the street. It's got its tentacles wrapped around both her legs, oozing towards her with distended slimy appendages.
And for the life of me, I can't think of a single way to rescue her and still look cool.
I begin to sweat a little as she shrieks for help (no small feat for a vampire). The demon lurks closer, drops of... something... falling on the woman's velvet shirt. I cringe at the damage to the beautiful fabric, but remain impotent in the face of this disaster.
Finally, the creature throws itself completely over her, ripping her clothing in oh-so- provocatively strategic places, and I can't bear to watch any longer. I whirl into an about-face and start down the alley I've come from, only to have my jacket catch on a broken brick and yank me back in what was probably the least graceful pratfall in all of my 250 years. The woman and the demon are fortunately far too distracted to notice, but as I recover my cool, detached demeanor, I catch sight of it.
The giant eyeball in the sky, where the moon should be.
It's watching me.
And mocking.
And laughing.
I try to brush it off, and swoop dramatically down the alley to find some other damsel in less... icky... distress.
My coat's ripped. I can tell without looking. It's not billowing nearly as much as it should be. And even as I shrug out of it and flinch at the damaged leather, I can feel it watching me. Taht piercing eery eyeball. It sees my every mistake. It KNOWS.
I'm suddenly conscious of the size of my feet, of every wrinkle on my black silk shirt, and every bit of invisible dust and lint on my pants. And I know, I just KNOW that the eye is taking in every flaw on the shiny black material.
It can see my darkest secret, that which I hid from even Buffy. Even after I removed the tag and burned it, it can see the message it held branded into my soul.
100% polyurethane.
Pleather
the end