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Crowley was in a stupendous mood. Having his lady Azrael in his flaming car was sending butterflies through his stomach, and he was about to lie to a corporation. Not the AMF, of course. no, he was on their side. but rather, he was about to betray the Opened Eye. He never knew their goals, after all, and that has always put him on edge. Better the enemy you know than the enemy you don't! Besides, even though he hated lying, it still felt so good. he was a demon after all, and you can't change what you are. As they pulled up to the AMF headquarters, Crowley's playlist, that was currently playing bicycle race by Queen, blasted at maximum volume, mostly to alert anyone on the first few floors of his presence, but also because he loved Queen. he got out of the 1932 3.5 liter Bentley, he yelled at the top of his lungs, as he began smoking. not with a cigar, but like, literally, smoke was coming off of him.
"I KNOW YOU BUSINESS AMF PEOPLE ARE UP THERE, DUE TO THE LOGO LITERALLY BEING ON THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING! I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOUR BOSS, AS I HAVE SOME VERY VITAL INFORMATION! AND THE LONGER YOU WAIT, THE LONGER I PLAY MY PLAYLIST, AT MAXIMUM VOLUME! SO HURRY UP!" yelling like this was a practically everyday occurence for crowley, and was so powerful, that through the sheer power of yelling alone, a demon such as crowley had managed to grow plants in the desert, without water. His yells were capable of supernaturatural feats, so he expected someone to come quickly. then again, human's were extraordinary creatures.
Crowley was in a stupendous mood. Having his lady Azrael in his flaming car was sending butterflies through his stomach, and he was about to lie to a corporation. Not the AMF, of course. no, he was on their side. but rather, he was about to betray the Opened Eye. He never knew their goals, after all, and that has always put him on edge. Better the enemy you know than the enemy you don't! Besides, even though he hated lying, it still felt so good. he was a demon after all, and you can't change what you are. As they pulled up to the AMF headquarters, Crowley's playlist, that was currently playing bicycle race by Queen, blasted at maximum volume, mostly to alert anyone on the first few floors of his presence, but also because he loved Queen. he got out of the 1932 3.5 liter Bentley, he yelled at the top of his lungs, as he began smoking. not with a cigar, but like, literally, smoke was coming off of him.
"I KNOW YOU BUSINESS AMF PEOPLE ARE UP THERE, DUE TO THE LOGO LITERALLY BEING ON THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING! I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOUR BOSS, AS I HAVE SOME VERY VITAL INFORMATION! AND THE LONGER YOU WAIT, THE LONGER I PLAY MY PLAYLIST, AT MAXIMUM VOLUME! SO HURRY UP!" yelling like this was a practically everyday occurence for crowley, and was so powerful, that through the sheer power of yelling alone, a demon such as crowley had managed to grow plants in the desert, without water. His yells were capable of supernaturatural feats, so he expected someone to come quickly. then again, human's were extraordinary creatures.
