11-19-2019, 02:00 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Aurum supposed that perhaps, on some level, it was easy to think of heaven as hell as just a job, at least for some. In contrast to Crowley, Aurum had been an extremely high ranking archangel, but his purpose had been to test humans on their capacity for passion and whether they deserved entrance into heaven based on how they dealt with the suffering of others. Thus, Aurum had been subjected to watch all of the suffering in the world, just so that he would prepared for his "job" as the angel of suffering. It had been horrible work, and Aurum had never truly thought of it as a job, but rather a prison. So it was unsurprising that both Crowley and Aurum hated their respective places of origin, even if they both had different reasons for it. Unlike Crowley, Aurum had sort of slipped from heaven when he had become a guardian angel, taking his assignment and abandoning it along the way, although hiding himself away in order to avoid the repercussions for it. He supposed that was sort of what Crowley had done with his wandering on Earth as well, except the other had ended up pulling the stealing important documents stunt, which had ultimately led to this. Aurum had never done something so brash, fearful of repercussions – less for himself, but for those around him.
Aurum hated seeing those around him hurt, especially those that he truly cared about, so it was really no surprise that he had come to Crowley's aid, having grown closer and closer to the demon as time progressed. Just seeing the other demons trying to push the feline around had put the red hot wrath of heaven in Aurum's heart, and sure enough, it had been what had fueled him to kick Hastur and Ligur's asses all the way back to Hell – for now, at least. The lion had hardly even noticed the way that Crowley had frozen up when he had descended from the sky, too preoccupied with the task at hand to be worried about what had been going on behind him. The moment the fight had ended, however, he had been at Crowley's side, worrying fretfully over the demon. When Crowley answered his frantic mumblings, a soft and faintly exhausted laugh left the lion, his voice leaving him in a rumble, "It's not like I was just going to let them hurt you. You're a tangler, and more importantly, you're my friend." It was then that Crowley mentioned his skills in taking them out, and the angel felt the faint heat of embarrassment spread across his face as he answered, shrugging a bit, "I suppose I did... I guess I've just gotten used to fighting, being a guardsman and all, especially after the whole raid on the Pitt.." Truthfully, he had been training long before the raid on the Pitt, but it had been amazing practice, and had definitely been helpful in dealing with the two demons, even if they were already at the supreme disadvantage of size and being used to an animal body.
A sigh left the guardsman when Crowley let out the vague assessment of his own injuries, and the lion stepped closer, gently nudging his nose over Crowley's fur to check for any obvious large injuries. When he came upon a few maggots from the other demons, his nose immediately wrinkled, a gruff noise leaving him as he grabbed them with his teeth, carefully spitting them aside before crushing them. Once he seemed satisfied, he rumbled with a sigh, "Doesn't seem like there's any obvious open wounds besides a bite mark. You'll probably have some bruising though... soreness... maybe Selby or Moth will have something for that." He wasn't trained for much more than basic medicine and diagnosis, so he couldn't truly do anything right at the moment except offer Crowley back to camp, where the actual medics would probably have better tools to deal with any injuries the demon had sustained. When Crowley mentioned that the demons that had done this to him were superiors, a gruff snort of anger left the guardsman, shaking his head as he mumbled, "Guess I should've known... assholes. If they ever show up again to try and cause trouble for you, I won't be so lenient with how I deal with them." It was truly unclear in what universe Aurum's utter thrashing of the demons had been "lenient," but he seemed good on his promise, a faint angered gleam in his eyes. Crowley deserved to be away from hell and not have to answer to them with everything that Aurum had seen, and the angel was going to make sure Hastur and Ligur knew that.
Aurum hated seeing those around him hurt, especially those that he truly cared about, so it was really no surprise that he had come to Crowley's aid, having grown closer and closer to the demon as time progressed. Just seeing the other demons trying to push the feline around had put the red hot wrath of heaven in Aurum's heart, and sure enough, it had been what had fueled him to kick Hastur and Ligur's asses all the way back to Hell – for now, at least. The lion had hardly even noticed the way that Crowley had frozen up when he had descended from the sky, too preoccupied with the task at hand to be worried about what had been going on behind him. The moment the fight had ended, however, he had been at Crowley's side, worrying fretfully over the demon. When Crowley answered his frantic mumblings, a soft and faintly exhausted laugh left the lion, his voice leaving him in a rumble, "It's not like I was just going to let them hurt you. You're a tangler, and more importantly, you're my friend." It was then that Crowley mentioned his skills in taking them out, and the angel felt the faint heat of embarrassment spread across his face as he answered, shrugging a bit, "I suppose I did... I guess I've just gotten used to fighting, being a guardsman and all, especially after the whole raid on the Pitt.." Truthfully, he had been training long before the raid on the Pitt, but it had been amazing practice, and had definitely been helpful in dealing with the two demons, even if they were already at the supreme disadvantage of size and being used to an animal body.
A sigh left the guardsman when Crowley let out the vague assessment of his own injuries, and the lion stepped closer, gently nudging his nose over Crowley's fur to check for any obvious large injuries. When he came upon a few maggots from the other demons, his nose immediately wrinkled, a gruff noise leaving him as he grabbed them with his teeth, carefully spitting them aside before crushing them. Once he seemed satisfied, he rumbled with a sigh, "Doesn't seem like there's any obvious open wounds besides a bite mark. You'll probably have some bruising though... soreness... maybe Selby or Moth will have something for that." He wasn't trained for much more than basic medicine and diagnosis, so he couldn't truly do anything right at the moment except offer Crowley back to camp, where the actual medics would probably have better tools to deal with any injuries the demon had sustained. When Crowley mentioned that the demons that had done this to him were superiors, a gruff snort of anger left the guardsman, shaking his head as he mumbled, "Guess I should've known... assholes. If they ever show up again to try and cause trouble for you, I won't be so lenient with how I deal with them." It was truly unclear in what universe Aurum's utter thrashing of the demons had been "lenient," but he seemed good on his promise, a faint angered gleam in his eyes. Crowley deserved to be away from hell and not have to answer to them with everything that Aurum had seen, and the angel was going to make sure Hastur and Ligur knew that.
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