Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"You allowed a hellhound follow you here?"
"Yeah Sam. He was just so cute and cuddly I wanted to bring him home with me!"
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Sam's yell becomes a distant murmur when I enter the room again with Crowley. Silently, I stalk the edge of the room whilst Crowley drags over a seat. Slowly, prolonging out the impending conversation. Brady's eye catching mine, I offer him a tight lipped grin. Hoping he gives me the open I'm desperately seeking to punch in square in the face.
"Look...Do the math yourself" Crowley regains Brady's attention, "If Lucifer wins, he'll turn this place into his kingdom. When The Morningstar cleans house we all get the mop."
"He created us. Why would he destroy us?" Rolling his eyes, Brady brushes off "That makes no sense."
"Look at who-at what- he is. Then take a look at what we are."
"Maybe you should be a little less worried about our necks and be a little more worried about yours."
"Has crossed my mind" Crowley shrugs off his words. Water gliding off a ducks back "That's not really the point."
"Actually, Crowley, that is the point. No one will know greater torment than you. Lucifer is never gonna let you die. As for me, I know the score. I'm dead, whether I tell you anything or not. So I think I'll die on the winning side, thanks."
"Why choose to die at all?" Brady's gaze slides to look at me from the corner of my eye. Shrugging, I wonder "Why let death take you away from all the freedom you have topside? All you've gained for yourself?"
"You want to talk about gain?" Brady bluntly laughs an obnoxious laugh, throwing his head back "A Guardian Angel without her wings? Please, don't make me laugh. You could be as strong as an Archangel and yet here you are dealing with Demon's and Winchesters."
"Good talk. Cheers." Crowley taps his leg, nodding for me to follow him out. Clearing my throat Crowley halts his pace. With a roll of his eyes, his pulls out a wade. Crossing the room to smack it into my outstretched hand. "Completely unethical" He mutters with disagreeable shake of his head, leaving the room "And unprofessional."
