"And deprive you of your entertainment?" Murmur asked, a lilt of amusement in his tone.
The angel watched, his gaze intent while expression as emotionless as it ever was. There was something about his posture, though no obvious shift had occurred a tension had grown, a coil spring wound so tight it was ready to snap and when it did...
He swooped. Wings no more than a faint shadow in the dim light, a light breeze to twist and turn the smoke that hung heavy in the air. Predatorily he stalked around his prey, coming to lean just up beside the dying man's ear from behind. He sniffed, inhaling deep and for the briefest moment there was a flash of just a few too many teeth to be considered a smile. The man was quite still by now, unquestionably dead, and yet Murmur didn't seem put off by this in the least. Murmur, close to his ear, whispered: "Come back."
No response.
"Come baack~." Sing-song, almost mocking as he called into the dead man's ear. For several more moments there was nothing, how could there be? None could drag the dead back from Hell's gates... surely?
Yet he twitched. "There you are," Murmur crooned encouragingly. "Come back. Follow my voice." A twitch, a sputter, a phlegmy gurgle as blood and mucous crawled from the man's desperate lungs and out of his throat. He was a right sight, choking and coughing and yet undeniably what had been quite thoroughly dead was... at least some vague facsimile of alive. Murmur moved just enough to peer into his eyes, the terrified man peered back but before the gurgling sound could become a scream a hand slammed his jaw shut, a finger tapping out a firm "no" against his lips and all that escaped was a pathetic whimper.
"None of that," He snapped firmly. And when the tears began to well he sighed in disgust and stood, releasing the man's jaw. "Enough. Really, a little death and you fall apart so easily. Leave all that bravado back in Hell did you?"
The man, now trembling in an effort to control his sobbing only looked at Murmur in horror. "Y-y-... you know?" He croaked, voice cracked and strained in his tortured vessel. "Can... you can spare me, can't you? Take me out of there."
Again Murmur only stared at him impassively. Unmoved by the pleas. "No." The sobbing picked back up. "But I can offer a temporary stay of execution," Again he leaned in, this time to hiss the words with the underlying threat of 'I can send you back whenever I want.'
"So long as you prove useful to me. Do we have an understanding?"
Solemnly the man nodded, it would appear that even a few moments on the rack were enough to urge a little more cooperation. Moving back around to the front Murmur made a grand gesture for Greed to continue.
"He should be feeling more... amenable to our cause."
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The angel watched, his gaze intent while expression as emotionless as it ever was. There was something about his posture, though no obvious shift had occurred a tension had grown, a coil spring wound so tight it was ready to snap and when it did...
He swooped. Wings no more than a faint shadow in the dim light, a light breeze to twist and turn the smoke that hung heavy in the air. Predatorily he stalked around his prey, coming to lean just up beside the dying man's ear from behind. He sniffed, inhaling deep and for the briefest moment there was a flash of just a few too many teeth to be considered a smile. The man was quite still by now, unquestionably dead, and yet Murmur didn't seem put off by this in the least. Murmur, close to his ear, whispered: "Come back."
No response.
"Come baack~." Sing-song, almost mocking as he called into the dead man's ear. For several more moments there was nothing, how could there be? None could drag the dead back from Hell's gates... surely?
Yet he twitched. "There you are," Murmur crooned encouragingly. "Come back. Follow my voice." A twitch, a sputter, a phlegmy gurgle as blood and mucous crawled from the man's desperate lungs and out of his throat. He was a right sight, choking and coughing and yet undeniably what had been quite thoroughly dead was... at least some vague facsimile of alive. Murmur moved just enough to peer into his eyes, the terrified man peered back but before the gurgling sound could become a scream a hand slammed his jaw shut, a finger tapping out a firm "no" against his lips and all that escaped was a pathetic whimper.
"None of that," He snapped firmly. And when the tears began to well he sighed in disgust and stood, releasing the man's jaw. "Enough. Really, a little death and you fall apart so easily. Leave all that bravado back in Hell did you?"
The man, now trembling in an effort to control his sobbing only looked at Murmur in horror. "Y-y-... you know?" He croaked, voice cracked and strained in his tortured vessel. "Can... you can spare me, can't you? Take me out of there."
Again Murmur only stared at him impassively. Unmoved by the pleas. "No." The sobbing picked back up. "But I can offer a temporary stay of execution," Again he leaned in, this time to hiss the words with the underlying threat of 'I can send you back whenever I want.'
"So long as you prove useful to me. Do we have an understanding?"
Solemnly the man nodded, it would appear that even a few moments on the rack were enough to urge a little more cooperation. Moving back around to the front Murmur made a grand gesture for Greed to continue.
"He should be feeling more... amenable to our cause."