Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Overture.

'I wanted to commend you on your devotion to your church, Pastor Tucker...'

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'Hey... Dickhead..! Little help!'

'I'm kinda busy with this one... Ask Blondie for help..!'

'I think he's chewing that guys face off..!'

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The youth pastor shuffled in his seat to find composure once more. Body stiffened, his expression monotone and eyes pointed forward. Between the two individuals sat a desk that had seen better days, however it still gave a sense of its owners authority over the place.

'... Church attendance is at an all time high and we've never received so many donations. This town is finally accepting the lord into their hearts. And it's all thanks to you, Pastor Tucker.'

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'Ow... Fuck... Son of a-'

'Just-just hang in there a little longer, Craig... Ack... Gimme a second...'

'Not sure... if I got... a second...'

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Stifling the wince as a congratulating hand was placed upon his shoulder, the youth pastor remained stoic as Father Maxi looped back around him before locating his seat behind the desk. Their black clothed form dropped into his seat before folding hands together, their gaze solely focused on Craig.

'The town appears infatuated with your words and your devotion to your job hasn't gone unnoticed. So...'

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Blood.
Why was he always covered in blood?

The struggle stopped. The digging claws in his shoulder dissipated and only left the heat of fresh wounds. The gnarly entity that was once lodged in battle with him slumped to the ground instead, a lifeless heap that unsettled the snow.

The world and imagery around him slowed as he fought to recover his lost breaths. His muscles and memory screaming for oxygen to be hastily replenished.

Only one thing became clear in his hazy state. Offered before him was an outstretched, slender hand with talons gracing the tips of each finger - their skin stained with deep maroon. Green eyes trailed up the arm and eventually registered the figure before him

The image he had snapshotted in his mind felt as if he had gazed upon a work of art. Everything felt so perfect in that moment, so damn right. Green hues absorbed the features of the impish humanoid that stood over him. Those unkept and unruly blond locks that framed its horns and face while their beaming red eyes that bored into his soul. He could count the rise and fall of the others chest with ease while they stood so boldly - waiting for the other to take its hand.

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'Pastor Tucker..?'

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'Why won't you get up?!? Arghh! Craig?!'

In reality, Tweek was literally screaming his lungs up in attempt to snap Craig out of his current trance like state. In the end, he hauled the pastor up by his shirt and pulled him away from any more danger.

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'Umm... Pastor Tucker? Is everything okay?'

'Huh?'

Snapping back to reality, Craig's mind was finally back in the room. He blinked a few times, clearly the thoughts of the previous night to the back of his mind for now and tried to focus at the matter at hand again.