Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Miscreant.

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Sat at the dining table, Craig watched in awe as the imp chugged back coffee after coffee like his life depended on it. Within a few moments, the pot was empty - Craig was wondering if he was going to have a jumped up, caffeinated demon on his hands. Weirdly though, the imps hands reduced their shaking and he appeared more at ease.

'I can make some more if you'd like?' Craig asked, feeling as if he should make himself more useful.

'Uh- sure... Thanks. But I can do it!' Tweek replied, placing his cup back down on the side for now and starting to gather everything he needed. He needed the caffeine but he didn't want to admit that Craig's coffee was far from his usual liking. He was a guest in his home after all.

'Okay.' Craig gave a shrug, his fingers playing with a coaster to keep himself busy.

Awkward silence grew between the pair, both uncertain who should start talking first.

'So uh...' Still awkward. 'Why did you bring me back..?' Tweek questioned. It took Craig back to the first time they spoke, except the conversation was the other way around. He watched the imp continue with making his coffee momentarily before answering.

'Well-um...' he started before clearing his throat. 'The engraving up in the study; I guess it was from when you left - but, just out of curiosity, I touched it and after a while all I could feel was pain. Torture. And I knew it was you... You were hurting and it just didn't sit right with me...' Craig continued to fiddle with the coaster as he spoke, Tweek eventually turned around with a mug bared between two hands.

'Guilty conscious, huh?' Tweek leaned against the kitchen counters, his tone was lower. The pastor dipped his head, feeling worse than before. 'It's okay - I am grateful. It was hell down there.'

'What happened..? Why were you being tortured?' Craig still didn't look up.

'Well, if you had exorcised me it would have been waaaaaay worse... But, I came back at my own accord - kinda breaks the rules down there, that's your job to send me back. But really - it's any excuse to torture someone... I-I don't get along with many demons either... Easy picking...' Tweek tried his best to explain, imps usually got the brunt of it - they were servants after all. He started picking at the tattered sleeves on his shirt, nerves kicked in once again. 'Ah man... They might kill me next time...' But nerves settled again. 'I'll be okay... It doesn't take too long to heal.'

'I'm really sorry for everything I said, Tweek. And causing this... I know it's weird between us, demons and pastors don't usually go hand in hand...'

'Oh... It's more common than you think.'

'Oh-Kay...' He pondered over that for a second, and actually it made a lot of sense. 'But you know what I mean, we're two very different beings. I would like to see more of your world... and I wanna show you more of mine.'

'That's real cringey, man...' The demon did laugh, but he understood where the pastor was trying to come from. 'We're blood bound, it's difficult to have one without the other...'

'Makes sense.' Craig nodded in return, finally deciding he could look up at the imp from where he was perched. He hadn't planned this far, just getting Tweek back was a hard enough accomplishment - he hadn't overly thought about what they were going to do after.

'Why don't you take him out for dinner?'

Tricia's voice rang in his ears. Lord help me...

'Dinner...' The word had slipped out before he'd even finished processing what he was currently thinking. He realised too late as the other looked back intrigued. 'I mean... I really ought to say a proper thank you for saving my life.'