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[kissesdarling]

I've noticed that individuals within the city dislike traversing across the city at night. I can hardly blame them -- the majority of people within this city don't have the necessary amount of power and finesse to navigate the city after sirens. But I do

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[youllsayit]

Oh don't be bashful, Crowley, if you want your business to flourish people need a face to go with your claims.

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[kissesdarling]

[OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T THE PEOPLE HE HATES LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE GODDAMMIT GODDAMMIT GODDAMMIT.]

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[kissesdarling]

As I said. I will meet with all individuals in person no later than tomorrow evening.

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[youllsayit]

Now, let me guess.

You're injured.

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[kissesdarling]

I have plans of my own until tomorrow evening.

[He is. Quite badly, actually. And lying to Lucifer is pointless. But Crowley won't give him the fucking satisfaction.]

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[youllsayit]

Yes. Changing bandages and limping back and forth from the bar to the sofa with the brandy snifter weighing you down, I know. It's time consuming.

We're going to meet before you see all your other 'clients'. In the morning.

[Video // Private // Unhackable] it's okay i still love you long time

[kissesdarling]

[His dignity is shot, he is beyond humiliated, and you are pushing all of the wrong buttons, you filthy disgusting piece of shit.

So you know what? Fuck you. On goes the video. Though Crowley is far from Purgatory -- he is in a hidden place, angelproofed. He looks somewhat pale, a little worn around the edges, but he is every inch the King of Hell that he should be, god fucking dammit.]

Whatever would you need to see me for?

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[youllsayit]

Oh, Crowley, relax [But judging from that malicious gleam in his eye? he just won. Something.] If not for me, you never would have crawled out of Hell in the first place. Where's the gratitude?

[Don't answer that--the Devil is plunging on ahead, uninterested in what you have to say]

I want to hire you.

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[kissesdarling]

[He stares, for a moment too long. He has never truly spoken to Lucifer -- nor actually seen him in person. The man himself -- the one Crowley worked so fucking hard to destroy -- is now asking him for a job.

His voice remains cool and level.]

What can I accomplish that Lucifer himself cannot?

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[youllsayit]

Nothing. Obviously. But Lucifer Himself is busy with Michael and a few other chores, so the demon can be his milkmaid.

Besides... [A wicked smirk] You'll get tired of life here, too.

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[kissesdarling]

[Milkmaid. Bile rises in his throat, but Crowley smiles.]

What do you need?

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[youllsayit]

[Good dog. Alastair or whoever trained you well, back in the day.]

Oh, I'll keep that quiet until we're in person. Little pitchers~ [waving a finger around, as if to indicate hidden cameras or ninja spies]

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[kissesdarling]

[The smile is being stretched a little thin.]

Where should we meet, then?

[He fucking hates you. He loathes you. He wants to cut your throat and watch you bleed and how dare you act as if you're superior.]

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[youllsayit]

[Oh, he knows. He is enjoying the hatred the way Gabriel enjoys a fresh, warm donut in the morning. Because Lucifer is superior, in every conceivable way, to everyone. But especially a pathetic demon with delusions of grandeur.

But the smile he gives Crowley? Oh that's all warm and paternal.]

A pub seems fitting, don't you think?

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[kissesdarling]

Which one? I know of several.

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[youllsayit]

Pick one. I only know of one and it's...filthy. [Which, he insinuates, is right up Crowley's alley but a little far beneath Lucifer.]