We Meet Crowleys Right Hand Demon

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(Crowley POV)

I was going through some paperwork as I tortured a soul, typical activities and occupations. When I heard a knock on my door. I look up and see the demon I assigned to dear Robert. I motion for him to get closer as I wipe off the blade I was using and capped the pen as I waited for him to get to stabbing distance.

"Well?" I demand.

"He's broken... But Mr. Crowley he has a will of steel I feel that it must be continous to really-" The demon starts but I choke him off.

"You don't think I know that?! Ugh you are impossible do you know that?!" I snap at the idiotic minion.

The demon nods shakily.

I rub my temple "Get Cassandra..." I order

The demon gulps and disappears, in his place is a woman in a power suit with sunglasses, she smirks as she strolls up to Crowley.

"Miss me Crowley?" Cassandra asked.

I smirked "You know I always do... First updates."

Cassandra took out a notebook and listed off last seen locations of the Winchesters, death sites of demons, signs of the prophet, ideas for more prophets, and endless possible translations for the tablet.

I look at her, unimpressed. "Summary Owl I don't have all day..."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow and sneered as she muttered under her breath.

"Owl speak up please." I ask.

"Well since you said please... We have nothing so far." Cassandra concluded.

I slam my fist on the table and Cassandra looks at me, awaiting orders. I look up, enraged.

"Talk to the man in cell 862017, clear the demons... And make sure he's ready for me. Understood?" I order.

Cassandra examines me through her sunglasses and I could see a literal stupid light bulb turn on in her head.

"Is this the man you're obsessed with? Not in a... King of Hell way." Cassandra asked.

"Choose your words very carefully Owl..." I growl.

Cassandra smirks "You wouldn't hurt me. I'm your right hand demon, we've been tortured next to each other as long as I could remember, we started all this together you better damn remember that!" she snaps.

I hesitate but smirk as I wave her off. Who leaves satisfied.

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