Deja Vu

Chapter 34: Sins of a Paragon

Summary:

Crowley overblots, A lot of wrongdoings come to light. A lot of wrongdoings by some key influential people. You find peace in the aftermath.

Notes:

Ya'll, I don't even know what to tag this chapter with. There is violence, but it's not nearly as graphic as the horror film chapter. I've labeled the segments where people who struggle with violence should be able to skip past without losing too much of the plot. If you're lost, there should be points where the cast reiterate everything by the end, so all the major lore should be located outside the violence segments.

Let me know what tags you think would work well for this fic - It's changed a lot since I originally made it.

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As Crowley's blot begins to fill the doorway, the Devildom folks all stare in horror. At first, you think they're just horrified at the shift of the party, but then you see Lucifer physically shaking.

The words that leave his mouth send a shiver through your spine as he stares at Crowley in his blot form; "Fallen angel.."

The brothers and Simeon are all frozen in what appears to be.. fear.

Barbatos and Diavolo have grim expressions.

The Night Raven College professors jump into action, stepping between Crowley and the students. They can't count on the Devildom folks to protect their students. Though they're so close, they're a world away. Crowley's blot form steps down the steps leading into the room. His eyes are only on you, as every step brings him closer to you.

The headmage twirls his staff in his fingers, beginning to slowly grin. As he does, his eyes are slowly shrouded by a familiar veil of blot. When the professors step between you and him, though, the twirling stops, and his grin drops. "Please move. I need to speak with the prefect." Every word is stained with the ink dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Unlike the overblots you've seen, some semblance of him is still in control; A testament to his strength as a practitioner.

The sight is chilling.

Your professors aren't about to let him any closer to their students while he's this unstable, though, and they make it known by their firm stances and the brandishing of their unique magic casting techniques.

Vargas calls out to him; "Sir, you're not in the right mind. We need to get you to the infirmary."

"I don't think so." Crowley's magic begins swirling around him as his staff touches down to the ground and he sends out an electrical force towards the professors. Each of them shields themselves or redirects the magic, but their primary protective efforts seem to be going to protecting the students.

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Please skip ahead to the next double line if you are squeamish
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The students are all in shock. Seeing their headmage dripping with blot is like a nightmare. It doesn't help that he appears to be significantly more dangerous than any of the overblots they've ever dealt with before. The power is absolutely suffocating, and they can feel his intent.

He wants to hurt you.

What makes it worse is that he's not in his own little world.. He's still holding a conversation.

It's not like he's overcome with his problems that he's become a puppet, like all the blots you've seen before.

Every step still brings him closer to you. He doesn't know you're a projection.