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[anthony-j-crowley2]

ooc

This is for you, Kitt~

[anthony-j-crowley2]

When Crowley finally managed to get through exactly what was missing from his liquor cabinet, the grand total in losses turned out to be far greater than originally anticipated. Of course, that was to be expected. Crowley was fairly sure he hadn't seen Balthazar drunk until then, so there had to be a lot of alcohol involved in order to get him drunk.

He wrote down each bottle and the estimated price on a paper with a very official appearing letterhead on top with his initials on it. Now, standing in front of Balthazar's door, the paper was between his index and middle finger and he held it up next to his face, prepared to wave it in Balthazar's face when he opened the door.

Crowley rapped his knuckles on the door and absentmindedly tapped his foot as he waited for an answer.

[professionaldescendant-blog]

Anathema had never done this before, mostly because she wasn’t sure what the consequences would be, or if it would actually work.

Her family had never been big on religion. Being the keepers of an archaic book that predicted the future and told you when and how exactly everything (was supposed to) come to an end, they didn’t really put much stock in preparing themselves for the world beyond. They believed there were other worlds, as the Devices and Nutters believed in many other things, but as they were foretellers of the end, they saw no reason to fear death and the afterlife.

Stopping the apocalypse and actually meeting real angels and demons tended to change the way you thought about such things, though.

So the Devil was after the Antichrist. That was what Adam had told she and Newt once he took them and drove them back to Tadfield to hide out in his parents’ basement. It was all a bit ironic, Anathema had thought, but that was no matter. She was a witch, but unless Lucifer was afraid of people reading books at him, there wasn’t much she could do to help Adam. Aside from Adam himself, there was only one group of…beings…that could do anything right now. And if she was right, Adam, Newt, and she would definitely need a boost.

She’d looked up everything on Adam’s computer - it was really all she could do. All her books of sigils and runes were lost in the fire. She’d had to search and search through pages of fake lore online, and nothing helped, so she decided to do it her way.

Anathema lit a few candles - nice scented ones that she’d borrowed from Mrs. Young upstairs. There were strawberries and vanilla scented ones - if she was an angel, she’d certainly like to be contacted and have something nice to help her follow the trail. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on a sky she couldn’t see from the basement, and put all reservations about angels stealing her books and breathing all over the pages aside.

“Er…hello, angels…I’m…er, in a bit of a situation right now and…I’m Anathema Device, I’m an associate of Aziraphale…I could really use your help right now…please.”

That had to be good enough, right?