WHO: Henry Claus, Iestyn Ceredig, Wrath, ect? WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: Iestyn's WHAT: Some dramatic stuffff WARNINGS: Punchings and chokings and misunderstandings oh my
Henry had only been home for one night, but spending time with Iestyn and keeping Addy occupied while she was on bed rest was just so nice. So Henry headed back to Iestyn's on Sunday afternoon, after a brief text exchange. He messaged when he was almost there too, and Iestyn must have come out into the yard to meet him, because he was standing there when Henry jumped out of the Uber and rocked up to the gate. The air held the promise of Spring and Iestyn looked amazing in the dappled sunlight as he strolled under the trees.
What Henry hadn't expected, was a woman approaching Iestyn from behind, a black aura nearly obscuring her features. It wasn't often his Claus Naughty or Nice o'Meter went haywire like this, but all Henry could read from that aura was bad, danger, run, bad.
Oh, god, it was a demon. It was a demon there to take Iestyn away, and Henry had lured him out of his safe home on accident, allowing it to happen. Fear gripped at his heart as he watched the woman march towards his boyfriend. His poor Iestyn who bore the scars of his last visit with Lucifer. Who might not survive another go. And in a split-second, terrified, passive, fearful Henry was running towards that black aura, his insides squirming with horror even as he did so. It was against every instinct he had, but all he could think was that he had to protect Iestyn. He had to give his boyfriend a chance to get back inside, because then he would be safe.
He passed Iestyn and slammed bodily into the demon. "RUN, IESTYN!" he screamed, and everything after that happened in a blur. He felt strong hands grab him from behind and he was slammed up against the trunk of a tree. The demon pulled her arm back and punched him right in the eye, his head slamming back, cracking against the trunk. All he could hear then was his own blood rushing in his ears as the world went fuzzy-
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" Wrath screamed, mistaking Henry for some asshole there to hurt Iestyn, whom she liked and therefore was going to protect. Her hands went to the mortal's neck and she started squeezing-
Henry clawed at Wrath's hands, desperate for air immediately since he had already been panting frantically. Oh god, he was going to die. He couldn't even tell where Iestyn was. Couldn't see or hear anything. But if the demon was focusing on him, then Iestyn must have had time to get inside.
It would be fine. Iestyn would be fine. God, dying hurt- The blurry world started to gray and Henry felt his arms start to go slack.