Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Indoctrination.

'I'm.' Thud. 'Really.' Thud. 'Sorry.' Thud. 'I.' Crunch. 'Really didn't want to do this.' Crack.

Between each of the attackers words, a well placed fist collided with the haggard face of a lesser demon. With each blow, its face became more and more disfigured along with the odd spray of blood that came with the mutilation.

Its attacker had it collared by its throat, flaying arms and legs did nothing against the figure standing over it.

'You've got this dude! Keep going!'

The familiar tone of the parka wearing acolyte called across the garage in which the two fought. However, his attention on the fighting demons did not last long and he went back to the book that rested in the palm of his left hand.

The attacker rolled his eyes in response, stopping momentarily to use his bloodied clawed hand to sweep blond locks that had fallen into his sight, before resuming his attack.

'So...' Kenny's voice started up again, moving towards the troubled looking pastor who was currently perched upon an old tire - watching the brutal onslaught his imp was causing to its fellow kind. 'Next time you have a really old book filled with dark incantations, please hand that shit over for actual safe keeping. And if it wasn't for that hellhound, none of us would have a town to call home... I do think it ate your intruders though...'

The words barely registered in Craig's mind, his mind was currently elsewhere - focusing on the blond imp literally tossing the other demon across the room. 'Uh... Yeah... Got it...' Finally replying, his head slowly nodding.

'Pffft...' Kenny too also rolling his eyes but he decided to drop himself beside the pastor, the book placed carefully beside him for the time being. His elbow found Craig's side playfully in an attempt to redirect his attention. 'God, I wished someone would look at me that way.' His words were mirthful, a small smile gracing his lips.

'Shut up.' The pastor retorted, giving a sideways glance at the sandy haired figure beside him.

'Ah, Pastor Craig - so nice to finally speak with you again. I'm so glad you're finished eye fucking that blond again.' A teasing tone. 'I mean, should be me. I'm the best looking blond here after all. What did I do wrong, Craig. Not enough of a bad boy for ya?'

'You're so full of yourself, McCormick.'

'I know. Everyone loves it.' Grinning up at the pastor, 'Shall we up the anti?' With that, his gloved fingers delved into a coat pocket and retrieved a chain with a stunningly carved amethyst pendant attached to it. The pastor raised an eyebrow in intrigue.

'What is it?' Quizzed Craig.

'A necklace.'

'Funny dumbass, why have you got it?'

'Because...' Without warning, Kenny pulled his arm back and flung the pendant amongst the two fighters. It shattered upon impact of the concrete floor, shards bouncing across the room. Tweek had the other raised above him, ready to pummel its form into the floor. But the introduction of the gem caught his attention, watching it scatter and break before his feet.

'That's supposed to help because?' Tweek stuttered back, looking at the pastor and acolyte with a face full of confusion. He was unprepared for what happened next. From the casing left behind, two clawed hands lunged upwards between the fighting demons - splitting them apart and sending each to either side of the room.

Tweek skidded across the floor, crashing into the garage door with a almighty clatter. Leathery wings crumpling against the metal. 'Argh...' Groaning, an aching feeling began to cling to each muscle fibre. Craig had tried to get up in order to aid the downed imp, but Kenny quickly pulled him back down.