Kink in the Works
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Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Ethan catches on to Giles' plan.
Word Count: 525
Rating: Teen
He smiles, lopsided. “I thought you had everything planned out,” he taunts, trying hard to stay conscious.
“What of you, vampire? Without my power, the curse will reassert itself. I’ve merely lifted it for a time.” Ah, that’s far more in character—a see, you need me around.
“Think you’re missing something. A Devil Arm obeys its master. The only point of me,” Kryvirk Kala punctuates by shoving the empty husk of a sword through Ethan’s belly, watching in clear satisfaction as the chaos sorcerer gurgles in pain and blood, “…is to be what Master needs.”
Both of them feel the building of power, but Ethan’s gone before either of them can act, looking like he’s been swallowed by a black hole, though Giles knows his old friend will just be spat out somewhere else in the world.
He feels like he has to voice that, anyway. Between the torture and the missing soul piece, it’s all he can do not to pass out on the spot. “You know he’ll back.”
The smirk on that borrowed face is every bit the spirit he’d seen previously, even as the demon helps him up, as they take shaky steps toward the tent entrance. “Yeah? And when he pops up again, I’ll happily stab him again.”
“That spell won’t last,” Giles adds, though he’s half certain Kryvi already knows.
The vampire drops the sword from suddenly shaky hands, falling to one knee. “Xan’d be happy for me, if it did. He’d cheer me on, but I couldn’t be at his side, not the same.” He coughs once, a deep, brutal cough that brings up blood. “Kid deserves someone who’s willing ta sacrifice for him, too.”
Giles sighs. “I can’t believe I’m about to bring this up, but…you’re not grooming the boy, are you?”
“The demon in me says he’s mine. The man? He makes me better. Makes me want to be better. I don’t need action to buy loyalty to that.” And then, with very little fanfare, the body turns transparent, causing Giles to stumble. “Guess I pushed a little too hard. Let me, yeah?”
Giles can only nod shakily before his body is being suddenly piloted without him, the demon bothering to pick up his remaining corporeal form like a sword of that weight is nothing and then hobble carefully away, healing as he goes, to retreat even as the fog fades and what’s left of the tents begin to collapse. Any further cleanup can be foisted off on the Wellingtons, perhaps. For now, they’ve done all they can.
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Ethan catches on to Giles' plan.
Word Count: 525
Rating: Teen
Giles loses track of time in the haze of pain when there’s a sudden wrench to his chin, forcing him to face a vague outline it takes him a few moments to identify as Ethan, back from his spells. “What have you done, Rupert?” he hisses, frustration a mix of the urgency of his fear and the fact that he’d probably had to repeat himself several times to be heard. Seems he’d figured out his ritual was just a distraction. They’d managed to prompt him rather well, in Giles’ own opinion. And, apparently, he’d lifted the paralysis spell.
He smiles, lopsided. “I thought you had everything planned out,” he taunts, trying hard to stay conscious.
“What of you, vampire? Without my power, the curse will reassert itself. I’ve merely lifted it for a time.” Ah, that’s far more in character—a see, you need me around.
“Think you’re missing something. A Devil Arm obeys its master. The only point of me,” Kryvirk Kala punctuates by shoving the empty husk of a sword through Ethan’s belly, watching in clear satisfaction as the chaos sorcerer gurgles in pain and blood, “…is to be what Master needs.”
Both of them feel the building of power, but Ethan’s gone before either of them can act, looking like he’s been swallowed by a black hole, though Giles knows his old friend will just be spat out somewhere else in the world.
He feels like he has to voice that, anyway. Between the torture and the missing soul piece, it’s all he can do not to pass out on the spot. “You know he’ll back.”
The smirk on that borrowed face is every bit the spirit he’d seen previously, even as the demon helps him up, as they take shaky steps toward the tent entrance. “Yeah? And when he pops up again, I’ll happily stab him again.”
“That spell won’t last,” Giles adds, though he’s half certain Kryvi already knows.
The vampire drops the sword from suddenly shaky hands, falling to one knee. “Xan’d be happy for me, if it did. He’d cheer me on, but I couldn’t be at his side, not the same.” He coughs once, a deep, brutal cough that brings up blood. “Kid deserves someone who’s willing ta sacrifice for him, too.”
Giles sighs. “I can’t believe I’m about to bring this up, but…you’re not grooming the boy, are you?”
“The demon in me says he’s mine. The man? He makes me better. Makes me want to be better. I don’t need action to buy loyalty to that.” And then, with very little fanfare, the body turns transparent, causing Giles to stumble. “Guess I pushed a little too hard. Let me, yeah?”
Giles can only nod shakily before his body is being suddenly piloted without him, the demon bothering to pick up his remaining corporeal form like a sword of that weight is nothing and then hobble carefully away, healing as he goes, to retreat even as the fog fades and what’s left of the tents begin to collapse. Any further cleanup can be foisted off on the Wellingtons, perhaps. For now, they’ve done all they can.
