[ it's just the two of them. him, angel devil, and that tiny pinhole of nothing that had been poked into angie's sails by who-knows-what days prior. could that be why this happened?
Angie's coughing on the ash, before a violent slash of his hand banishes the ash in the air in a perfect sphere around him. it's pointless, since more trickles right i-- he does it again. Again. The amount of space cleared by the sphere is wider, each time.
One more time. No. It isn't that he's flagging in power.
There's still a layer of ash collected on his clothes and skin. ]
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Angie's coughing on the ash, before a violent slash of his hand banishes the ash in the air in a perfect sphere around him. it's pointless, since more trickles right i-- he does it again. Again. The amount of space cleared by the sphere is wider, each time.
One more time. No. It isn't that he's flagging in power.
There's still a layer of ash collected on his clothes and skin. ]