Crawford had a lot of strong opinions when it came to religion and God. Struggling to keep the demon on the floor, to figure out how to take care of the situation. In the bar it was easy. He'd knock them out and hand them over to someone who could get the thing out. Or there was someone there who knew the necessary words or whatever it was.
Running in the sight of God. That got a sharp glare, at least. But his attempt to reply was cut off as the thing beneath him tried to shake him off. The man who was its host may not appreciate the broken nose it earned him, smashing his face into the floor, but Crawford didn't care. He just knew that when he looked up, it seemed like the priest was leaving. He started to wonder how such a spineless man had managed to survive so long. But he was back with what made about as much sense to Crawford as if Luca had grabbed a turnip off the shelf. But he wasn't in a position to ask questions.
The words, at least, sounded about right. A jumble of Latin nonsense, as far as the redhead knew. But it had some of the same words in it he'd heard before during these things. Given the priests earlier words, one might expect something more dramatic. But the hiss and heat was somewhat anticlimactic with the demon still tense beneath him, even if he'd stopped thrashing somewhat.
"Oh. Yes." Crawford said, dryly. "He's sure turned tail, this one. Fleeing in outright terror from your precious God." He let out an irritated sigh and tightened his grip on the thing's shoulders. "Don't know if this is your first ride, Padre, but that if you don't hurry this up, that slimy bastard's gonna think you're its next free ticket." This, he knew from experience.
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Running in the sight of God. That got a sharp glare, at least. But his attempt to reply was cut off as the thing beneath him tried to shake him off. The man who was its host may not appreciate the broken nose it earned him, smashing his face into the floor, but Crawford didn't care. He just knew that when he looked up, it seemed like the priest was leaving. He started to wonder how such a spineless man had managed to survive so long. But he was back with what made about as much sense to Crawford as if Luca had grabbed a turnip off the shelf. But he wasn't in a position to ask questions.
The words, at least, sounded about right. A jumble of Latin nonsense, as far as the redhead knew. But it had some of the same words in it he'd heard before during these things. Given the priests earlier words, one might expect something more dramatic. But the hiss and heat was somewhat anticlimactic with the demon still tense beneath him, even if he'd stopped thrashing somewhat.
"Oh. Yes." Crawford said, dryly. "He's sure turned tail, this one. Fleeing in outright terror from your precious God." He let out an irritated sigh and tightened his grip on the thing's shoulders. "Don't know if this is your first ride, Padre, but that if you don't hurry this up, that slimy bastard's gonna think you're its next free ticket." This, he knew from experience.