Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Puppet.

The floor began to glow brighter beneath the pastors body, the air around them began filling with the smell of brimstone and char. A gust of heat exploded from the spot, candles falling and extinguishing on impact and it caused the the chanting followers to knock back a few paces. The lines of the etching burned, flames erupting - suddenly a bony hand emerged from the floor, then another. As more of the creature protruded from its portal, muscle and flesh began to form over its charred bones. Claws forming at the end of each finger tip, it began to appear more human like until leathery wings appeared from behind it. It continued to grow, growls and hisses leaving it's pointed mouth - it filled as much of the space until...

'Ow...' The space was filled, no thanks to a ring of salt around the summoner. 'Fucking salt... Are you kidding me?!' He demon barked, annoyance in his tone. He let his statue reduce to meet the height of the group before him. Flames died down beneath its cloven feet and the air was suddenly back in the room. Everyone could breathe again. The creature continued to display disgust. 'You summon an imp, a spawn of satan and you trap him in a box..? Are you crazy?! When I get out of here I'm gonna tear all your faces off..! Ergh!'

The group, still too stunned to speak glanced around at each other. Clearly this was not as they intended.

The leader, finally plucking up his courage now took a tentative step forward.

'I'm... I'm sorry? I thought we had summoned all of hell? Like we wanted to unleash hell on earth... Not just-' His tone was confused, though he tried to sound as confident as possible. What had they gotten wrong? 

'You summoned me! I don't wanna be here! I'm not hell... I mean, I'm part of hell but not all of Hell, jeez.' The demon jittered, clearly displeased. 'What kind of idiots are you..? Can't even summon the right thing... Also how the hell did you think you'd just contain all of hell in a tiny fucking circle like that?!' The imp took a walk around his imprisonment, huffing and puffing. 'Just send me back, fuck this... waste of my fucking day, ergh!'

'Uh... We, we don't know how to... but now you're here, maybe you could..?'

The imp grew tired, instead he threw himself against the barrier, flames erupting around him again, growing bigger with glowing eyes. 'I wouldn't serve a useless sack of shit like you, even if hell did freeze over!' Fists collided with the barrier before he turned his winged back on them. Fuck that. Who the hell did these human punks think they were? 'Either let me out... Or put your dense heads together and send me back...'

As he turned, something landed on his blond scruffy hair. Blood. Glowing eyes wandered upwards to search for the source - finding their hanging sacrifice. He studied the lanky frame momentarily, noticing how if he could cut him down - one of his feet should disrupt the circle of salt around him. He couldn't help but let his eyes explore the others face, studying his sharp features through the damage that was inflicted upon him, before they landed on the visible dog collar around the man's throat. 'Oh fuck...' He whispered to himself.

An argument broke out behind him, obviously the mixture of alcohol and a failed plan was enough to start a small brawl between a number of the stupid humans. Perfect. Enough distraction time to break his way out.

The demons statue grew, meeting the height of the ceiling, the demon began breaking the pastors bonds with his crimson talons - cutting the rope with little to no trouble. He released his ankles first, allowing the limo body to hang momentarily, before slicing away at the restraints around his wrists. As they released, the young pastor slummed against the chest of the imp. The demons arms curled around his cold frame to prevent the holy man from hitting the floor - he was like a lifeless rag doll, the demon could off tossed him aside - breaking the barrier. Something stopped that thought, the imp didn't want to inflict any more suffering on the pastor. Instead he held him tighter, feeling the shallow breaths against skin. There wasn't much time left.

Luckily, the others were still squabbling behind them - pushing, shoving, yelling obscenities. The imp took full advantage of their distraction to puppeteer the pastors body. Using his tail like a puppet string, it wound its way around the leg of pastor holding its grip firmly. The rest of him was still supporting this guy up, after all if he was to fall it would likely result in his plans failure. 'C'mon... c'mon...' The Imp mumbled, managing to start pulling his leg up and back - scuffing the floor like an bull readying for a charge. Finally, brown boots met with the salt, the toe had scuffed enough of a hole to shatter his confinements.

'Ah shit!' One of the men gasped, finally snapping out of their brawl and noticing the demon cradling the pastor. The barrier was broken, the ground around the two figures began to burn with hell fire. 'Yeah fuck this shit! I'm outta here! Fuck this gig man!' The meat head scarpered for the concrete steps, but the imp was too quick - eyes burned bright and the door slammed shut, bolting itself.

Cradling the pastor now, the imp moved to place him out of harms reach. Slumping the pastor against the nearest wall. It was time for this little demon to get to work.

The screams were blood curdling, the sounds of bone snapping and blood splatter staining the walls. It was a massacre. And it was over quickly. Luckily for Craig, he was still stuck in limbo to hear let alone see.

The bloodshed concluded. Huffing and puffing, the imp used it's dark green over shirt to wipe some of the blood away from his brow. His attention turned swiftly back to the slumped pastor in the corner. Carefully, he took tentative steps over the bodies back to him. Dropping to his knees before him, he outreached an hand towards his neck - fingers searching for a pulse. It was weak but it was there.
'Now... I could let you die...' the demon piped up. Fingers moving to the pastors chin, tilting his head from side to side. 'I mean that could be my ticket outta here... You too I'm afraid, only hell awaits you now...' Smiling at the other, the imp brushed his own thumb over the pastors thin lips removing some speckles of blood. 'Or we can see how this plays out...'