Finn learned the hard way there was such a thing as too much excitement in life. Being falsely accused for murders and an attempt on a councilman's life in Krovs had been quite the stressful affair knowing that if the majority of the council believed him guilty of the charges, it'd be the end of his life as he knew it. That if turned into when and Finn had the unfortunate luxury of reliving 800 years of his life while he was slowly dipped into burning acid-like holy water. It'd just about reached his ankles when the not at all angelic Eros Romanov arrived like a knight on a magnificent steed with a stake lodged in his shoulder and the sight alone proved his innocence at the very last second Finn really had zero involvement in killing or attacking anyone. All he was guilty of was making poor decisions in poisoning Nik as a prank at possibly the worst time ever. It didn't matter whether he'd thought that act through to ensure minimal consequences for himself and no one else's intervention. He now took this as a life lesson that he really, fully heard Ransom Morozov on.
He doubted he'd have the same chance to live another day if he fucked up again.
The familiar dragged himself to the doctor's office, teeth grit together as every step through the castle flared the still healing burns that covered both his feet in a pattern of horrid red, black, and white blisters like he'd walked across fiery coals. Fucking holy water was a sick way to go. Shit didn't heal as quickly for demons even with accelerated healing. Although Finn wasn't sure which would be more painful –– his feet or hearing another disappointed speech from Caspian. He knew the celestial from the days they shared together in the Undercroft. Shockingly as a demon Finn didn't hate celestials because of their species' opposite natures. He'd once been a religious man raised in a Catholic family before turning to the man downstairs for help in achieving his revenge against the monster who murdered them long ago. He liked Caspian well enough; the celestial had a certain warmth about him that Finn found welcoming in sharing his woes and worries, well, so long as Caspian didn't mind. The familiar didn't like burdening others with his problems when he knew everyone else had their own shit to deal with on top of it. Besides, he also had an actual therapist now to vent to about his problems.
"Howya doin', Cas?" the familiar chirped as he put on a smile and rolled into his office, swiftly sitting down the second he could and hissing softly through his teeth as he gingerly pulled off his shoes and socks. "I know I don't have a formal appointment, but this shouldn't take long, I think. I need some of that divine healing to walk again after gettin' burned."
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