Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Crash Land.

'Well jeez... Who'da thought it. Craig Tucker - A man of the cloth? And teaming up with these angels and demons fellas too! Gosh! He has a death wish!'

Smiling rows of teeth leaned closer to the pastors features, while sky blue eyes began to burn a deep crimson. Craig continued to battle his restraint with what energy he had left but it came to no avail. He slumped against Butters' grip, letting his arms fall to his sides.

'Awh... It's not fun unless you give me a bit of fight.' A clawed fingertip poked Craig's side trying to prod some life back into the pastor. 'Srktt... Ground Control to Spaceman Craig, do you copy? Srktt...' Butters sickly sweet voice continued to taunt but Craig refused to let him receive the gratification that he was getting to him. 'Whatever...' The word sighed from Butter's lips, 'I'll make it quick.'

Fearing the end, Craig's weary gaze noted the glint of silver steel in Butters' free hand slowly raising its way towards him. In a final attempt of freedom, Craig wriggled against his restraints - failing his legs at the demon while his fingers tried to pry the grip from his throat again.

Shaking with anguish and exasperation stood Tweek behind them, his mind running a hundred miles per hour trying to determine the quickest and safest way to remove Craig from the situation. Argh! He couldn't do this! What if he failed?! What if Craig was hurt?! What if they were all gonna die?! As the anger boiled, his human facade dropped - his demonic guise replacing it. Sharpened fangs clasped together while clawed fisted curled up so tightly he could've drawn his own blood from his palms. However, the introduction of the bladed weapon towards Craig's skull forced the Imps hand to act now.

Butters arm pulled back in preparation for administering the final blow, a grin still plastered upon his face, the blade took its final descent towards Craig. The pastor screwed his eyes up tightly, his mind praying it would be over swiftly, but the searing pain never came. Reluctantly, Craig slowly pried his eyelids apart - before him was the back of the unkept blonds head and folded wings, Tweek's clawed hand had caught Butters' wrist mid swing and was twisting his hand back with force to dislodge the grip on the dagger. It worked. The blade tumbled to the snowy floor for now.

Suddenly the grip was released upon Craig's neck, his body falling into a heap amongst the snow again. Coughing and spluttering left his frame in an attempt to reclaim some oxygen, his right hand rubbing his throat while his other hand steadied him upon the ground while the two demons were locked in a stare off.

Pinning the others arm there as long as he could, the imp let a growl escape his chest - his twitchiness had grown worse as the intensity of his anger continued to grow beneath his skin.

'Touch him again... and-and I'll tear your throat out...' Tweek snarled out, lifting his head higher, refusing to be intimidated by the larger chaos demon. Craig meanwhile was trying to crawl his way out of the picture, wishing not to come to blow between the pair. In his hurry, the pastors fingers grazed the edge of the silver blade lodged in the snow and decided grasp a hold of it for safe keeping.

'That was so touching.' Butter retorted, tilted his head to one side mockingly. With his free hand, he took a chance to swing for the imp but Tweek was quicker - releasing his grip on Butter's wrist and ducking. Instead of fighting back, the Imp scooped up the winded pastor and made a bid for freedom - beelining for the tree-line. Disapproving of this, Butters spoke up along with a click of his fingers. 'Nuh-uh! Not so fast! I'm not done with you yet!'

As the pair reached the edge of the clearing, the tree line around them in a blaze of scorching fire - engulfing any escape back into the woodland. Tweek skidded to a halt, his grip on the pastor still firm.

'We're fucked...' Craig coughed out.

Throwing a glance back over his shoulder as Tweek could hear the other approaching, 'I need you to sit this one out... Yeah?' Turning his head back to face the pastor, he carefully guided Craig down to the floor so he could rest under a tree trunk. Craig opened his mouth to retort but Tweek shut him down immediately. 'No I-I've got this, Craig... If that fire dies down, you run... You run and you don't look back.' Certain Craig was comfortable and as safe as possible where he sat, Tweek carefully took one of his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. His eyes softened back to natural blue while pointed teeth disappeared. For once his jittery-on-edgeness felt at ease.