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Date: Thursday, 24 June 2010 02:24 (UTC)
Aziraphale's didn't hurt yet, and so had the presence of mind to not gasp in shock, or give Crowley a glare, or anything that might give Beelzebub any sort of satisfaction. The expression on Crowley's face was carefully devoid of emotion, and Aziraphale didn't know what to make of it. Guilt? Or just apathy?

"I'm sure you coerced him," Aziraphale replied, looking back at Beelzebub. "Regardless, I shall not-"

Beelzebub's fist clenched and Aziraphale can hear a sickening crunch from inside his own neck. "Save your speeches. This was all his idea, hence why he's going to watch." Beelzebub shot a look over his shoulder that Aziraphale couldn't see.

The Crown let go of Aziraphale's neck, that hand starting to trail down. There was a horrible pain that erupted in Aziraphale's neck, and he gritted his teeth to avoid making any noise. "I did warn you, and as much fun as I was having being so... sneaky, you made it very clear I needed to be more hands-on with your punishment."
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