Rafar rage impotently about not having Tal in his hands.
Rafar take rage out on his suboordinates.
(Lucius speak quite eloquently for someone with a hand around his throat:
“Oh, be not offended, great one. I seek only your pleasure”
Rafar fly over town like blue angels in pure demonic RAGE.
In other news, Tal isn’t biting the bait, and the other demons are now looking for him even harder, which is to say, crawling around the church aimlessly.
“If I were to meet him now I would most certainly lose, and he knows it. Our prayer cover is insufficient.”
So yeah. More praying needed.
Hank, much like the demons, is wandering aimlessly, driven by strong emotions but lacking a plan. Only unlike them, he’s praying constantly. That’s got to get a bit tiring — unless just thinking about praying is enough? I’m picturing him whispering constantly under his breath and getting some odd looks for it.
Two angels are with Hank, leading him someplace they don’t particularly want to go, trying to look meek and unassuming so they don’t draw trouble.
And. Oh lord.
The Cave was aptly named: the power it took to run the rows upon rows of flickering, beeping video games was made up for by the total absence of any other lights, except a little blue globe here and there in the black ceiling with an occasional watt meandering through it. There was more sound than light; heavy metal rock music pounded from speakers all around the room and clashed painfully with the myriads of electornic sounds tumbling out of the machines. One lone proprietor sat behind his little cash register in the corner, reading a girlie magazine whenever he wasn’t making change for the game players.
To recap! We have:
- Video games (the devil!)
- Rock music (the devil!)
- Darkness (like this present darkness!)
- Girlie mags (Even more devil!)
- Fun (strictly forbidden!)
Yeah. This won’t end well. Not at all.
Here were kids of all ages, with few other places to go, congregating after school and all through the weekends to hang out, hang on, play games, pair up, wander off, do drugs, do sex, do whatever. Hank knew this place was a hell hole
Adding to the list above:
- Fun (again, strictly forbidden!)
- Drugs (GASP!)
- Sex (OMG!)
Seriously, though, WHO THE FUCK IS GETTING LAID IN AN ARCADE AND WHERE CAN I GET ME SOME OF THIS. Granted, I was 2 when the 80’s ended, but I seriously doubt being good at Mortal Kombat and Double Dragon was getting you cocaine and hookers even back then! Hot damn!
It wasn’t just the machines, or the decor
(Which has yet to be mentioned btw)
or the dimness — it was the pungent spiritual stench of demons having their heyday
….Demon sex? Holy crap! Someone build me a time machine, I need to witness this. Demon orgies for all!