"I am quite certain that I could make a demoness do what I wanted in the way of opening portals or anything else...but Castiel...an angel may be more difficult to bend to my will," Crowley said thoughtfully.
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"No, Best leave the Judas stuff alone," he added, distractedly.
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He didn't have enough power to bend an angel...but someone else might, and he had just the right amount of information to get into her good graces. Suddenly the king of the crossroads rose from his chair.
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"Go. continue to spy on them and re;port back when something gets interesting other than their sex life."
He frowned at the demon rubbing at his forehead.
"And I just gave you a bit of help with t hat, but apparently you weren't paying attention to my charming little song," he said and stormed out.
He was annoyed that the demon for whom he's had such great hopes, lacked in some ways the sharp mind that Crowley had so wanted him to possess. Perhaps he could be trained, he comforted himself. And if not...one could always use a good spy even if that spy always remained such.
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And now Crowley set his own sights toward seeking out hell's current ruler. It was time for a chat with Eve.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat