>>>>Part 3
Crowley isn't just any demon. He is the demon. Crowley is the King of Hell! Unfortuantely I didn't find this out until after I made the deal. That bastard.
Anyway. He personally showed me around hell, and he showed me the demon lines. The demon lines are how we travel from place to place. Angels have them too apparently. That's how we get places so quickly. We travel on the lines. It only takes a second really.
After the demon lines we toured his...I don't know...living area. It was rather disgusting. There were skulls everywhere and his throne was made out of bones. It is hard to miss the blood that stains the bones. He says that they are demons who were unable to carry out their duties.
I have been working for Crowley for six months now. It has only gotten worse. I am sick and tired of being his servant. One day, I wanted out.
"Mr. Crowley, sir. May I talk to you?" I asked in my most polite voice.
He looked at me, bothered. "What is it, love?" Crowley said in his sexy British accent.
"I want to cut the deal. I want out"
All he did was look at me. Just stared. "No," he finally said.
"Why not?" My eyes started to blaze.
Crowley stood up. Walking towards me, he said, "Because darling. You made a deal with me."
He was right. I did do that, but there was no reason he shouldn't let me out of our deal. He got what he wanted for a while and I got what I wanted. Everything was easy and simple.
"Do you want to know why I am saying no?" He smirked a little. "Because you are special. I believe I said this once before. Yes? You are a valuable asset to have. Especially for what we have coming."
Unfortunately, sometimes you just need to accept defeat. I nodded my head and proceeded to my room. Yeah, he gave me my own room. I don't even know why.
Accepting defeat is not easy, especially not for demons. Luckily, I am not a full demon. I have emotions. Either Crowley did something wrong. or whatever he did to me, didn't work. Either way, I have a plan.
