IT WAS A GIVEN
Moon? Shadows? A petty squabble if he’d ever heard one. This sounded a little bush league compared to what Crowley was used to. Though to be fair, he was certain that anything would seem minor considering that he had all of Hell after his skin during the Apocalypse-That-Wasn’t.
More surprising than the Moon-Shadows fight—which wasn’t terribly surprising at all—was that Pitch hadn’t heard of the Pit. He wouldn’t have expected the Boogieman to be religious or anything, but everyone knows what Hell is. Perhaps Pitch had simply spent too much time under a bed.
“I guess my Side would be closer to your shadows than the moon. Granted, Hell’s more fire and sulfur than anything.”
Pitch grins at Crowley's response. He assumed such is true—that this man was aligned with fear—based on the fact that he nearly just ate live rodents. That's not something most goodie goodies would do. And when the man mentioned Hell, Pitch's eyes lit up in recognition.
"Ah! That Pit! Yes, I've heard of it—I've even utilised it in a few Nightmares when it comes to the Christians, as that's often their greatest fear. I just wasn't familiar with that particular term."
He smirks, then creates a black flame from the sand. Fire and brimstone and suffering. Sure, a little intense for Pitch's tastes, but it gets the job done. Plenty of fear soaking through the ground from down there.
"Well, it's an honour to meet a representative of the Down Below."












