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Outside the Bookshop

Crowley smokes, watching the growing darkness, as he leans against the door. The windows are unusually dark...unnnaturally dark. His casual motions belie the tension in his body. He's thankful he's not inside.

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demonbelthazor only, unless you want to get between two angry demons and die))

As the confrontation rages, Beka and Piper arrive. Protecting the Shop first and foremost in Crowley's mind, the interlopers see his...less pleasant side.
((Bringing in

valentine_tart and

cookinggeek))

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Belthazor stalked through the streets of the town. Drusilla had warned him something was going down tonight, and he could feel it now in the air. He tried to follow it to its source and wasn't very surprised to find himself walking toward the rare book shop.

[Shit, this couldn't be simple. He takes a casual drag and watches Belthazor approach, anger in every muscle. He smiles cold and hard...and waits.]

Crowley was outside smoking. Fuck. He didn't want to mess with him, but he had no choice. If he was right and they were performing the magic to restore Angelus' soul inside, he had to stop it.

"So it's happening in there?" he said with forced casualness. "And you're just letting it happen? What happened to professional courtesy?"

Shut your mouth, halfbreed. I have no courtesy for you. [He takes a slow drag, and his next words hit with force through the smoke that pours out.] I deal with souls, not shells. Of course I'm letting it happen.

"But I'm not," Belthazor snarled. He tried to shimmer past Crowley and into the store, but something, some force, stopped him like he'd hit a wall. He reformed on the sidewalk by the door, staggering from the impact.

Stupid boy, you think I'd make it that easy? Your powers won't work here. Ever. This is the realm of angels, you dolt. What's your next move? [He remains leaning casually against the door, his cigarette meeting a rapid demise.]

Belthazor ignored him. There had to be a way in. Magic could be overcome. Spells could be broken or weakened. He summoned a fireball to his hand and threw it at a window, then several more in rapid succession.

[As they hit, they change to water, running down the side of the building and saturating the sidewalk. Crowley laughs low and deep, and flicks his cigarette into the water where it hisses away.] One final option, Belthazor. How stupid are you, really?

Don't let him bait you. Don't let him bait you. He tried to tell himself that. Couldn't let Crowley get into his head and fuck him over again. Control temper. Be like Angelus.

But instinct took over, defeating rational thought. He shifted into his demonic form and conjured another fireball, hurling it at Crowley.

[Hands rise instantly and black wings unfurl, tearing the shirt to shreds. Catching the fire, he holds it for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder at the Shop, the sound of a splash behind him as he grins wide a gleaming.] Nice try, whelp. Now, throw me the heart of your girlfriend, so can dash that on the wall as well.

Belthazor conjured another fireball, but stopped himself before he threw it. Phoebe was his anchor. She was the light in the darkness. He couldn't let her be used against him like this. Couldn't let anger get the best of him. Couldn't let Crowley distract him. Had to get inside and stop them from forcing a soul into Angelus.

Seeing the light of fire in the sky, two officers on patrol run toward the bookshop.

Just going to stand there, demon? A beacon in the darkness for others who want to be good? Bah...look at yourself. You don't even know what you are.

[His words come out in a hiss as he tears his glasses off and throws them into the street, noticing the officers running towards them.]

Stupid humans.

[He raises his hand and the policemen freeze in mid stride. A safe distance away, protected by his powers, he scoffs.] We really don't need interuptions of that sort, yes demon?

"I know what I am," Belthazor growled. "And I'm not going to let you stop me from doing what I have to do." He concentrated on the fireball in his hand, making it glow white-hot, then launched it at Crowley.

[Hands rise again and the fireball stops mid-flight, hovering between them. A miniscule movement in his wrist, adn it flies back at Belthazor, Crowley's laugh following close behind.]

As the fireball hurled back towards him, Belthazor dodged to the side. The brunt of the blast missed him, but it grazed his left shoulder and threw him to the ground. He pulled himself to his feet and instead of a fireball, he summoned an athame to his hand. Shimmering behind Crowley, he thrust the blade toward his back.

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