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Mikey was little. Tiny. Donatello's three fingers alone could support his entire weight. And Mikey was trying to bite them, like they were lettuce leaves, there was no distinction in those little eyes.
"Mikey...? Little brother?"
There was no recognition in those little eyes either. And Mikey was little. Tiny. Donnie could have crushed him with his hand if he wanted to.
And Mikey couldn't speak, or scream, he was helpless without weapons or thought. So he hid in his shell.
But for now, he was safe, because he was in Donnie's hands. And he was only in Donnie's hands because he was little. Tiny.
(In which Mikey is de-mutated. Or so his brothers think.)
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Vox lashed out, wires like serpents, ready to tear Alastor apart. But golden light stopped the attack, holy, unyielding, impossible. That is when he learns the King of Hell enforces every oath personally, even if chained, weakened and bored.
He grinned. Freedom, power, chaos, all offered by the Devil himself. Not for his soul, nor even for his devotion, but only for his skill. And for once, the choice was his.
And Alastor knew he would accept. Somehow. Somehow he always did.
(In which Lucifer asks for Alastor to be his exterminator.)
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The prison can forget about the people. The people cannot forget about the prison. Because they cannot leave there.
(Stillwater is where the strong rule. God Himself, if He comes, must come armed.)