Pairing: Max meets Alex...
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"I don't wanna talk to you anymore. I'm afraid of what I might say."
Max smiled at the man in the shackles. "Afraid you will say yes? But I always knew you would. Nobody ever went to Hell and remained true to themselves. That is the point of Hell, and its very nature."
Alex Krycek laughed. Choking and coughing on the brimstone that unspooled between the black pillars where he hung in barbed chains, he laughed.
"No. Afraid I'll call you dimwit and dickhead... I've been here before. He didn't tell you that when he gave you the job, did he? The Devil is a liar. And being another one does not exempt you from the treatment. I've been here before, and I told Him to fuck off then, too. The demon working on me the first time didn't have my own face, but that of someone I hated even more, and I didn't believe I was crazy then, either. I know a delusion when I am having one. This isn't it."
Max bared teeth in an expression that wasn't a smile.
"Either you get to go back, and live, and work for us, or you get to stay here... forever. Those are your choices, Alex."
"Forever..."
Krycek's voice was thoughtful and calm, as if he were discussing the weather on his own front porch with a friend. "Forever is a funny concept, you know. I was here forever already. After I died. And I remember it all, every second of every eon of it. There is no amnesia here, because that would be mercy. But, you know what? When the aliens brought me back to life, you could not stop them. And this is the same time I have already spent here. I have nothing to lose except what you would take, you see. My answer is still no. I may have worked for Spender -- but I draw the line at working for you."
"Because you have principles?" The question was a sneer.
The damned man looked up at the floating demon who wore his face and coughed again, and closed his eyes. Then he said
"No. Because Earth and Hell are too much the same."
The End
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