It's well after midnight. The house burns reluctantly, but with a little encouragement, it does burn. Raguel watches it dispassionately from his position next to the tree outside, resisting the urge to light another cigarette. The sound of screaming drifts faintly over the night air from inside the house, but he's pretty sure that it doesn’t have anything to do with the flames.
Eventually it will be tomorrow, and ELIZABETH RYDELL will be dead, and he'll know in just what corner of the afterlife he can find her. Their acquaintance, he thinks, is just beginning.
Crowley wouldn't like it, of course. But Crowley isn't around to stop him.
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:22 am (UTC)It's well after midnight. The house burns reluctantly, but with a little encouragement, it does burn. Raguel watches it dispassionately from his position next to the tree outside, resisting the urge to light another cigarette. The sound of screaming drifts faintly over the night air from inside the house, but he's pretty sure that it doesn’t have anything to do with the flames.
Eventually it will be tomorrow, and ELIZABETH RYDELL will be dead, and he'll know in just what corner of the afterlife he can find her. Their acquaintance, he thinks, is just beginning.
Crowley wouldn't like it, of course. But Crowley isn't around to stop him.