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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

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"Because he likes me." he grins before a snicker takes his mouth. Crowley looks insane as he claims this, in mannerisms and to imply he has special treatment with Christ and that it holds enough water to balance out the will of God, which admittedly is his one condition when it comes to Crowley.

The challenge is fair but the demon trusts his chances.

"We go back."

GABRIEL SQUINTS in an attempt to follow this logic. Then he remembers he's trying to follow the logic of a demon who's proven to show very little of it on more than one occasion. So, instead, he places his finger tips firmly on the table, cocking his head to the side.

❝ You do realize He's not... not the same as He was before. That army everyone wanted Him strapped with last time? Well, it's coming this round. ❞

He blinks a few times in disbelief.

❝ What makes you think you alone can STOP AN ARMY OF GOD? It didn't work well for you last time, in case you've forgotten. And you had numbers on your side then. ❞

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A demon has a lot of nerve so close to their last punishment, for their mind can't fathom what awaits which could be worse.

"Self pity." he repeats with a scoff. "Did you not weep when you were shoved off the top? Did it not ache?" he spits, bitter gaze flickering up to the being before him, pink with its former tears.

"We aren't any different from each other, not in this place. You just found the fancy chair first."

Lucifer lacks sympathy, eyes dragging over Crowley and his turned-in posture. He can feel the anger burning inside him, a fire that will provide the foundations of Hell. The next statement causes him to push from his throne, sweeping towards the demon with a growl.

"You seem to be confused. You are not worthy of my gaze, let alone any personal details. We are not on level footing here, demon, and it would do you well to remember that." Lucifer spits the words at him, face twisted with disgust. "I can practically taste your weakness, your self-pitying - Perhaps I should subject you to a lashing, give you a real reason to feel sorry for yourself."

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Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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Crowley coded

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crowley circa s1

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oui oui marie (the ch*lsea w*lfe cover) aziracrow coded and you hate to admit im fucking right

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passing the phone to someone who writes a reply, then PROMPTLY fixes a typo/lackofbetterword before the other can notice -puts phone in my other hand-

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Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017