a gift for @yaboybergara! i thought you and hozier anon might enjoy this c:
EDIT: i just caught up with stuff and uh, since you’re planning to leave nini, hi! i’m actually hozier anon and thought i should play coy. we should stay connected, if you want. otherwise, good luck chief. thanks for all the work you did for us, the grateful and the un.
Glass shines like the billions of stars in the galaxy, twinkling dangerously from the stained carpet. Shane had made the unfortunate decision of trying to pick one up after Ryan, eyes wide, had taken a hammer to Annabelle’s cage. The holy glass burned on his fingertips, leaving blisters and threatening to pucker the rest of his human skin before Shane had tossed it aside, pointedly dodging the rest of the glass on the floor.
“Is there a reason you did that?” Shane had asked, looking to Ryan who looked like he wanted nothing more than to vomit his stomach into the floor. His little believer didn’t have an answer, only furiously shaking his head and tossing the hammer away like it scalded him. There wasn’t much Shane could ask him now, humans could only cope with so much exposure to the other side before they went into shock. A shame, Shane is sure that if Ryan were coherent, he would be absolutely thrilled and horrified to know he’d been possessed for a split second.
“Alright, Annabelle,” Shane says, addressing the doll that has fallen unceremoniously to the floor. Pure evil energy rolls off of it like waves off rocks, enough to make Ryan fall backwards and cut his hands on the glass in a desperate bid to escape. The door to the Warrens’ haunted room slams shut, Ryan ceaselessly pounding on it.
Shane lets him, staring passively before suddenly kicking the doll aside, letting to slam against a wall as an inhuman growl escapes his throat. It’s been centuries since Shane has shed his humanity, has forfeit the many requirements that keep him just nearly human. This body has already been through the cycles, a poor human he’d picked up and is now held together by his black magic alone.
An equally disgusting sound greets Shane, the dark shadows of the room opening two yellow eyes. Shane chuckles, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel. Small burnt black holes appear where he touches it and Shane curses, murmuring something about it being his favorite. A rattle snatches Shane’s attention, one of the knickknacks of the room warbling before falling off of its place on the shelf. Shane sets his jaw and turns his attention back to Annabelle, the demon pooling from the shadows into a corporeal form.
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