( It's extremely fortunate that he manages to skitter as fast as he does, inhumanly so, working his host's body past its human limits. If he didn't... well. Peter might end up severely injured at best and dead at worst...
He's launched himself onto the opposite wall and preparing to scramble across it when that scream sounds... at such a high pitch that it actually makes the demon freeze, nerves going haywire. He's snarling in response, but all of a sudden, something happens that has him temporarily stunned.
The screaming boy... is glowing. Paimon stares, transfixed through his frenzy, aware that the weapon has been dropped. And then there's the smell of scorching plastics.... that immediately rips him back into action.
The demon shrieks and jerks his head upwards, causing a sweep of telekinetic energy to grab hold of the boy and lift him off the ground like an invisible force. He'll just dangle Lance like that a few feet off the ground, hissing and spitting as he starts shaking him.... attempting to shake off the googly eyes that are sticking to him.... some of them gooey and melting.
And he’s hissing in too many voices, multiple sounds and languages tangled all together into a taut rope, tongue clicking loudly. Through it, discernable language does bleed through— )
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He's launched himself onto the opposite wall and preparing to scramble across it when that scream sounds... at such a high pitch that it actually makes the demon freeze, nerves going haywire. He's snarling in response, but all of a sudden, something happens that has him temporarily stunned.
The screaming boy... is glowing. Paimon stares, transfixed through his frenzy, aware that the weapon has been dropped. And then there's the smell of scorching plastics.... that immediately rips him back into action.
The demon shrieks and jerks his head upwards, causing a sweep of telekinetic energy to grab hold of the boy and lift him off the ground like an invisible force. He'll just dangle Lance like that a few feet off the ground, hissing and spitting as he starts shaking him.... attempting to shake off the googly eyes that are sticking to him.... some of them gooey and melting.
And he’s hissing in too many voices, multiple sounds and languages tangled all together into a taut rope, tongue clicking loudly. Through it, discernable language does bleed through— )
Release my eyes, wretch!