HELLBOUND - Lord Harry
He probably should have thought it through more. Bravado and the idea that nothing in this world could beat him that wouldn't just send him back to his own to further his own aims. He'd been happy with that. But that was before this battle. These deaths. Oh he'd been in his element. Smug, overconfident. Killing without thought, without care. He'd even allowed Alex to see it sometimes, knowing she'd be distracted. Knowing this was a fight she couldn't afford to waste on him. And he wasn't hurting their own. Oh no, he wasn't stupid after all. He wanted her to hate him, have no reason at all to attack him, but want to. Ripping throats out of demon hosts and drinking them down even as he continued to fight the others. Because blood of course, was power.
It was blood that fueled his power after all, as he pointed out to Mitchell in a heated exchange during the battle, he'd smirked, he'd threatened to bring out the monster that lay just under the surface, so close. The little attack dog, And he'd have done it too but for the demon that got a little too close with the stake. So he'd used Lauren, who had been following him like a puppy the entire battle. Swung her around so the wood lodged in her side. Not her heart or anything, she'd get over it.
He dropped her, actually more like threw her aside, about to turn to Mitchell to finish what he'd started, to send him at the fight so he could step away, that demon had gotten far too close and he felt perhaps the fight was more than lost, the archangels battling, the demons, their sheer number. Perhaps Lucifer would be willing to keep the vampires around for a while. A world where he ruled the vampires? Oh yes, he could see it.
He'd leave them to their delusional belief that they could win, and leave Lauren to realize that history makers didn't have to be lead by the fucking hand every second of every day to get there. What happened next though many might have called karma. He mostly just called it terrible luck. And he supposed ironic. He had turned to leave when it happened. When suddenly there was nothing but darkness beneath his feet. Nothing solid. Nothing concrete.
Well this was rather impressively shit, he thought as the world closed around him, dropping the Old One to the deepest pits of hell. He should have dragged Alex with him. It might have finally ended the bitch.