~ℂℝ𝕆𝕎𝕃𝔼𝕐~
Ugh. Crowley hated life. he hated others, he hated himself, and most of all, he hated the fact that he could not get this satan-forsaken rock out of his shoe, no matter what he did. as he was slumped on the couch, watching a show of people gambling their fortunes away, he cursed the slot machines with bad luck permanently. "'bout damn time. shouldn't have been wasting their lives anyway." you see, as a demon, crowley was required to curse a certain number of people each day, by the legions of hell. and he would also be rewarded for every person he tempted towards sin. however, when hell wrote these rules, they had been quite vague about the definition of tempting and cursing. So instead of that, crowley decided to minorly inconvenience people instead, which he was quite good at. leading to him becoming one of the most influential demons ever, without breaking the ten commandments once. He needed a break. So off he went, out of his room in the basement, smirking at people as he went, ready for his mission. out of the city that (almost) never sleeps! "Ugh. stupid rock in my shoe."