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Sam slowly narrowed his eyes. He looked around, half plotting an escape, half making sure nobody heard the weird. He pulled out a small water pistol and held it at waist height, pointed at the man.

“I don’t know you,” he said firmly, making direct eye contact, “and I don’t know how you know my name. But whatever and whoever you are, I’m not interested, and you have about thirty seconds to explain why I should be before you get a nasty burn from some holy water. Clear?”

“Don’t know who or what I am, how I know you--but you know holy water will work? Why? Because I mentioned the salt? Always thought calling you ‘the smart one’ was a bit of a reach.

“--Name’s Crowley, darling. Slight snaffu with a spell ripped a hole in the timeline and I fell through. Lucky fucking me, eh? Let’s see. You’re...”

“...mmm, prepubescent. But that still means Mummy died...what? Thirteen years ago? Burned to death on the nursery ceiling, if memory serves, just like poor Jessica is supposed to. I can help you avoid that.”

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“There a point to listing everything I already knew?” Victoria raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, sitting cross-legged center stage and eating the lunch Nova had brought her. “It’s not like they asked anyone’s opinion on the whole matter.”

She’s decided not to address all the rest of her obvious questions– who the fuck was this, why the fuck did he come to the auditorium, and how the fuck did he even get here? She’ll worry about one thing at a time.

“Ooo, sassy,” Crowley acknowledges, raising both eyesbrows at her in kind as he tilts his face, “but closed-minded.”

“Do I look like the sort of man to waste a body’s time, luv?” Crowley holds both hands up at hip height, pal towards her, and makes half a bow: it highlights the suit under the wool overcoat, the expensive paisley tie and the good Italian shoes, the generally groomed nature of it all. “We reiterate to remind. And then to ask the big question: have you managed that GODLY task of forgiveness yet, or do you have a little room left yet for a devil on your shoulder?”

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xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex​:

The fact that Crowley’s witch of a mother couldn’t use pyrokinesis took the girl off guard. Maybe she was more powerful then she gave herself credit - or just lucky.

Her attention was grabbed again when she was told what in fact they were trying to catch. “A demon? We have to catch them? No - I’m leader of hell now so you better listen to me? No?” Elizabeth asked as she looked from him to the trap and again.

Doing as he was told, she left the bowl and stepped out of the circle and backed away far enough that whatever ended up in that trap wouldn’t be able to touch her.

“What exactly is this demon going to help us with?

“If I order them around, you don’t get to learn--and that breaks one of the two most essential components of our little arrangement, doesn’t it?

“I’m a fan of doing things the easy way, witchy-poo, but I’m a bit of a traditionalist also. You should know how to do things the hard way, just in case. And now you know how to summon a demon with a bowl and some chalk, no other magics required.”

Crowley patted the girl’s shoulder when she left the circle as the smoke began to fill it, thick enough to choke on but mysteriously never wafting past the edge of the chalk circle. He didn’t answer her question, raising a finger instead and removing his hand from her to push it deep into his pocket, fingers caressing the blade there just in case. The thickening smoke began to stink of spoiled eggs and earth before disappearing all at once, like a switch had been flipped, and leaving behind a very confused man  ( well, DEmon )  in its place.

“This traitorous little viper is called ‘Murdoch.’ He’s going to assist us in our next lesson: a hands-on examination of torture, torment, and anatomy of a demon. Hope you’re not squeamish, Elizabeth--it’s going to be a doozy. What do you know already, and what does Uncle Crowley still need to teach you?”

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“So you used to be just some regular demon, but now you’re the king of hell? How’d you bag that one and should I be taking notes?”

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“Well i’ve never been to hell personally so I’m not quite sure how it was down there, but you know they teach us that it’s all pain and suffering.” The blonde replied casually as she adjusted the backpack on her shoulder.

“If there’s only one of you and you’re so great then why are you asking a kid for help? Rowena not helping you out?”

“...it’s moments like these that make me question whether I love teenagers or loathe them.”

Crowley crossed his arms, all humor and charm gone for a moment, leaving him stone cold--not yet a danger, but toeing the line of it. “As a matter of fact, Rowena’s the very reason I’m here. I happen to need someone adept at witchcraft--someone better than mother with more practice than me. I have a proposition, if you have half a tick to hear it.”

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That was a surprised to the girl. She wouldn’t have guessed in a thousand years that Crowley was once human and had a witch for a mother. Then again, it was definitely believable once she actually stopped to think about it.

“Yes i’ve mastered pyrokinesis. Don’t have to be an asshole about it.” She muttered under her breath. Staring at the match in his hand, it didn’t take long for it to smolder and suddenly light on fire. “Any witch can light stuff on fire.” Effie felt the need to say as she took a step back and watched to see what he would do next.

The girl wasn’t really versed in typical witch practices. She’d never followed spell books or even owned one; incantations were another thing she didn’t know much of, mainly because she went to a normal school and did normal teenage stuff like play for the hockey team and singing covers of fleetwood mac songs with her guitar. Still, she possessed various gifts - in fact she could preform most of the seven wonders and she wasn’t even sixteen yet. That fact alone scared her away from the coven. They always looked at her, knowing what she was - what she was going to be. The fact that she was younger than them had to grind their gears a bit. Also from what little time she spent at Robichaux, she found that a coven had way too many women all but ready to attack with sharp claws.

“Okay so this devil’s trap is to catch who exactly?”

“I’m nothing if I’m not an asshole, darling. It’s part of the charm,” he answered facetiously. The match lit up with his hand and even with the teen’s somewhat sullen-sounding explanation of simple pyrokinesis, his spirits were hardly dampened now. Everything was smoothly on course.

“I wouldn’t sound so sure of that it I were you,” he said, flicking the match out of his hand so it landed in her bowl of blood. “My mother could never quite get the hang of fire without a tinderbox. Seems like it was just luck that I could.”

The bowl began to smoke profusely, white and acrid enough to sting the eyes. Crowley chuckled to see it. He took a step away from the trap and picked up his own knife, spinning it between his fingers before he turned back to answer Effie again.

“Why, it’s to catch a demon. Naturally.” Crowley smiled and it actually looked gleeful on his face--which surely meant nothing short of MURDER.

“Best step out of the trap now. Leave the bowl.”