Anathema trailed behind the demon awkwardly as they entered the pub, her senses tingling as she probed the auras.
Most of the them were human, of course, but once in a while she could sense a flitting...other aura, one she normally associated with Crowley. She frowned, looking around, trying to figure out who it was. "You alright there?" She jumped slightly as Crowley's voice filtered into her hearing, the demon practically leaning on her in order to be heard. "There's...something. Another something. Your something, wandering around here," she waved her hands vaguely. She paused as her senses suddenly sharpened, focusing everything she had on someone behind the bar. "Bar. The woman, over there, black... black everything, I guess. Black shirt, black eyes... Crowley!" She darted forward as the demon almost sprinted forward. "Maze! Mazikeen!" He hollered, waving his arms. The attendees stared as he shoved them aside. The woman glanced up sharply, just as Crowley practically skidded to a stop in front of the table. "...Crowley. What the fuck,"
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FanfictionRaphael. A healer, a maker, the one who invented space and stars. A Seraphim who might have well been the angel of loyalty, so loyal and loving that he followed his own little brother downstairs and kept watch over, never really being fully a demon...
