Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

St. George (monster_slayer) wrote in nevermore_logs,

George tried to dig in his heels as the demons dragged him, because nothing good could possibly come of leaving Wrath alone in that place with Lucifer. But his body felt like it was being held together with fraying strings and chewing gum. He was in no shape to put up a fight.

The demons dragged him out, past the door and past the wards. They tossed him into the street without any particular finesse, and George glared up at their retreating backs. He lay there on the sidewalk, staring up at the night sky for a long moment.

Okay. He wasn't getting back in the building. He wasn't getting back to Wrath. He wouldn't do anyone any good if he died here on the sidewalk.

Michael, he prayed, closing his eyes and concentrating. Michael, I'm out. On the sidewalk outside Lucifer's building. I could really use a ride.