why aren't we sent where we belong

[masc4masc]

[ the exterminations have gone on for as long as dirk can remember. since before his time, his bro'd told him, and they'd left it at that.

his bro doesn't intervene, says he can't because of what he had to give up to protect dirk and the other hellborn, but that doesn't mean dirk can't intervene. he goes around during exterminations and does what he can, stepping in and forcing exorcists back whenever possible even if his sword doesn't do any permanent damage.

he's a good fighter, genuinely, but he can only do so much even if he's technically under the protection of the deal with heaven.

d would kill him if he knew what dirk was doing, doubly so this time around, because he's playing bait. fully masked and covered and rushing way too fast through crowds of cackling angels to draw attention away from weaker hellborn. it's not doing much, but at least he doesn't feel entirely useless.

it's just that he knows he's in trouble when several of them round on him at once and he ends up cornered, looking for a way out but not seeing one unless something changes real quick.

with his back pressed to the bloodied wall of the alley he's found himself in, surrounded by the mangled corpses of sinners while angels leer at him from several feet away. he takes a deep breath and reaches up to rip off his mask to force them to back off but before he can get it fully off, a spear jams through his hand and pins it to the wall behind him. ]

Fuck!

[ he's been in pain before, but he's never been stabbed by angelic steel. fuck, it hurts. he snarls and reaches up with his other hand faster this time to get at the mask, but this blade is a sword that plunges through the muscle of his forearm and nicks bone along the way to jam that arm in place too.

this time he screams, but it's not like there aren't endless sinners screaming all around them.

he can hear them talking amongst each other, trying to decide whether if the mask stays on they have plausible deniability as far as the deal goes. if they didn't know it was the kid of the king it's not their fault, right?

so even with the mask on they knew. he laughs, a loud bark of a thing, and plants his back against the wall harder for leverage, bracing one foot on the wall and using the other to boot the angel in front of him in the chest to shove them back, causing them to stumble away. ]

Fuck you! Fuck all of you! Do you really think I'm not going to tell you I'm the fucking prince? Oh, we didn't see his face because he had a mask on, we didn't do anything wrong! We're angels, we're so fucking innocent standing in blood up to our knees! I hope you all fucking die.

[ yeah, okay, probably going on a tirade isn't helping anything, but can he really be blamed at this point? ]