Poor Unfortunate Souls || Rachael & Crowley ~ Closed
Rachael hadn't really wanted it to come to this. She tried everything else though and all it did was make her sick or almost put her in the hospital. Surely he would have a better way of doing this. She didn't want to be a nephilim anymore. An abomination, running from heaven. It wasn't her favorite way to live, although she did grow to like Balthazar that still wasn't enough reason to stay half and half. She wanted to be full human. She had drawn the sigil and mashed and crushed what was needed before reciting the lines in Latin. Seriously, couldn't the king of Hell just get a cellphone? When he appeared in front of her, she lost her words. This was it but what would she have to offer, her grace or her soul? fergusnomore
