wine, demons and song
There’s only so much time a demon can spend in his room sulking about his whereabouts before he starts to feel a little ridiculous. All right, so he’s displaced in a parallel universe where the resolution settings seem just slightly warped, in a reality inhabited by a creepy and over-familiar woman with buttons for eyes. Weird, yes, but Crowley had taken worse holidays.*
A building full of people makes the situation much more interesting, in his opinion, and as he ventures out from his room he considers the best way to get their attention. He finds it in a lounge, in the form of a well-stocked bar and a record player. Obviously this was not the most modern of mansions, but Crowley wouldn’t argue with a well-mixed cocktail and his choice of vinyl. He grabs an album at random, slips the record out, and sets it on the player, making sure the volume dial is cranked all the way up.
“O ZITTRE NICHT, MEIN LIEBE SOHN--”
Okay, he thought as he waited, maybe it wouldn’t make them happy. But it’d get their attention, all right.
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* Or, more specifically, he had made holidays worse for everyone else involved.
A building full of people makes the situation much more interesting, in his opinion, and as he ventures out from his room he considers the best way to get their attention. He finds it in a lounge, in the form of a well-stocked bar and a record player. Obviously this was not the most modern of mansions, but Crowley wouldn’t argue with a well-mixed cocktail and his choice of vinyl. He grabs an album at random, slips the record out, and sets it on the player, making sure the volume dial is cranked all the way up.
“O ZITTRE NICHT, MEIN LIEBE SOHN--”
Okay, he thought as he waited, maybe it wouldn’t make them happy. But it’d get their attention, all right.
_
* Or, more specifically, he had made holidays worse for everyone else involved.