Hell.
Crowley was furious. He rarely lost his temper, but when he did things got ugly. He already killed a dozen of his best demons, but it didn’t take any of his anger away. He had Meg, he had the angel, but he’d let them slip right through his fingers. It was true what they said. If u want something to be done good, u have to do it yourself.
He was torturing another demon, when he sensed someone was summoning him.
“ ‘s Your lucky day” Crowley said, before he vanished. “This better be very good” he zei to the brunette woman.
“I want to make a deal” the woman said. She...
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