Mettlesome Magic//CLOSED RP with Dottie
A demon came running through the gates of Hell, blood pouring from his shirt, and sheer panic on his face. His shoes made a squishing sound as they hit the stone floor. Crowley was at the moment, looking at s contract not a very interesting one mind you, but he was currently assisting other demons. He was about to yell at the demon in front of him for the intrusion when he noticed the state he was in.Â
Crowleyâs blood was boiling. The witch again! Couldnât she just lay off his sodding demons? Give him a little break at least for a few days? He had hoped she had the good sense to stay away from his operations but clearly she didn't. He really needed to nip this problem in the bud.Â
This demon, unlike the others, was actually loyal. She had no idea how hard it was to find loyal demons. Crowley balled his hands into fists leaving the contract to lay loosely on his lap. His eyes rove over the demonâs figure as he stepped before his King.
âMy liege. It was the-.â
âWitch. Yes I figured as much. What did she do this time? Hmmm?â
âWell we were at the meeting place all set to pick up the occult item you asked for and...well..,there she was. Itâs as if she knew what we were doing.â
âDid she now? And who told her?â
âI didn't sir. I barely got out in time,â
As he said that, Crowley could see drops of blood falling from his wounds and painting the stone floor red. Crowley frowned at the sight. The sheer panic at the perceived anger of his King was enough to allay Crowleyâs suspicions. he wouldn't get much more out of this one, he waved his guards over.
âGet him all patched will you? And get someone to clean this mess. What kind of message does it send to have blood all over the throne room?â
His minions bowed their head and left. He gave the contract back to the demon not explaining, sure the demon could figure out why he had to leave.Â
Without any further ado, he appeared behind the witch he had been following for a month now. He has kept tabs on her and had people following her every step of the way in hopes that he could figure out what her angle was. He didn't like being violent if he didn't know the score but clearly she was too big of a problem to ignore anymore.Â
âHell darling. I think itâs time we talk.â