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mekachu04"this was a day that was very much not going well.
Summoning demon's had fallen out of fashion for the vaste majority of the human popluatiom; with the very stong exection of humans whoes greed FAR outwayd their common sence, and teenagers.
Teenagers where the worse, becuase they had no singe clue what they where doing, and not only had they managed to summon crowy at random, they'd discorpterated him when htey did it.
Not only was he upset to have lost a bocy he'd broken in quiet nicely, he also had no way to get a new one without trying to sneak back to hell and steal one. which, to make matters worse, he'd ranted at to said teenage humans when they got mad at him that he couldn't prove he was a demon.
Not his fault they couldn't tell the differance between truley demonic forces and a verbose poulterguist.
AND they hadn't let himout of the summoning cirlce, leaving him bored and mostly invisable in the middle of a collage dormatory.
and THEN, becuase his luck was THAT rotten, one of the BRILLIANT masterminds that drug him here in the first place DID believe him, and, worried he might try to posses one of them (he might of out of spite at this point, to be fair), tried to summon a body for him.
Crowley was not one for looking a gift horse in the mouth (he's not NOT taking credit for wooden horses, only becuase he hadn't actually thought ti was THAT clever of an idea, and was openly appauld by the fact it had even worked at all), but watching a group of 'wiccin' goyem try to stick him in a golem was humiliating.
Moreso when it saorta worked. AND pulled him out of the summoning circle.
At least enough he was able to work enough demonic mircles to turn clay flesh and flip them all the brid before turning snake and slithering into the walls though a mouse hole under their ac unit.
The problem was, when he shifted back for the convience of useing limbs, he also found himself much smaller than he'd ever been before; his stunted demonic energy - being cut off from hell like he was - only giving him enough to work his human corperation up to an approcamite 6 year old
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getting back to england was just as much as a nightare as to be expected - but tit was expeded. Getting OUT of the airport was now the issue. Flying as an 'unaccompined minor' ment an airline staff mamber was waiting for him when he got off the plane, and despite all of crolwey's best efforts he hadn't mangaed to shake the child minder. and he couldn't even be mad about it, becuase hte guy was honestly just the right amount of chipper and engaging, and not at all patranizing or unbearable like many of the adults crowley had been frced to interact wiht in the last few days. and despite being a /demon/ crowleyt found it unthinkable to curse or honestly inconvience the human in anyway that would be lasting.
worse yet - he enjoyed the banter as htey easily strod though the crowded terminals. this man was a gem with kids, and corlwey very turley dint want to tarnish that.
even worse, he was sure by the end, that even if he did give the man the slip, the poor human would never forgive themselves for loosing a child..
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Unsurepisingly, there was no one to pick him up; o one new to pick him up. All he'd confessed to azzirpahle was that he' gotten into a spot in the america's and would be gone for a bit. it had taken quiete a bit to talk the angel out of helping - the'd done jsut fine on their own for six thousand year, crowley could take care of himself, there was no reason fo rhte angel to go galavanting over oceans. Azirpahle was quite cross with him by the end, and the compromise was that he would call in every few days to give azirpahle a genale idea of where he was, so the angel had a starting to place to look if things did g south. which they wouldn't.
execpt now he was sitting on a bench with no lugage, while an icreaingly worried human tried to trake down lugage that didn't exist while waiting for an adult that wouldn't come to llect him.
He did not wander off, but he did work soem of his magc to change one of the driver's signs to ready 'Crowley' and convice said man that he was waiting on a party of one; child.
Arline minder did not look conviced, and crowley hated that the human was so worried about his wellbeing. He wasn't even worried for selfish reasons like his reputation at work. no, he was legit worried about corlwey's safety.
corley cursed him to have wonderly obediant loving children, should he ever deside to breed. or adopt.
le thim spend his whole life waiting for the other shoe to drop. yep. best, nicest, more well behavoured children in all of england. serves him right.
thankfully, the driver did not care so much, and crowley easily convived him to drp him off alone in soho. gave him a nice tip for his discrestion.
AAAAAAND, of course, the angel wasn't home.
No conving the bookshop was going to let him in; it was nothing agaisnt crowley personally, or even against his demonic nature. minus the time it was paniced (and burning) the bookshop in gerneal just did NOT open unless the angel was home. And after the whole nop-ageddon, it had gotten pretty techy about unlokcing even when the angel WAS in. To this day, it went into full lockdown mode if shadwell was even in SoHo proper, much less anywhere near the shop.
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Sitting on the steps in plain site was probably not the WORSE thing corlwey could of donw while he was waiting, but he had, again, kinda forgotten about the age thing. he'd never beable to forget how small he was, and how muted his powers where, but after six thousdand years of wearing the face of an adult, he'd never really gave much though to how different people treaty kids untoi very re cently, and was still ahving diffuculy remamer that in application of himself.
sadly, not all humans where liek Airline minder. the two men in suits whree DEFFINATLY not like the airline minder, and crolwey relised WHO they where a bit too late.
seems azirpahle was back to chasing people off from trying to buy the shops this decade, instead of jst his books.
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'bet the kid belongs to teh bastard with the falshy car.'
He wasn't /completely/ wrong, crolwey supposted, trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey in the back of a nice, if not standard, looking balkc suv.
He really wished he as at least where he could see the human's faces when they called azirpahle, instead of listening to them make demands over the phone and leaving him blindfolded. He was pretty sure his angel either laughed at them outright, or was just confused as to who they could possibly be talking too.
thankfully he was smart enough to make some kind of connection to the mysterious gignger kid the men where threatening him with to crowley.
or posisly not. frankely, if anybody had called azirpahle and mad demand with someone's life on the line, the angel was goign to at least pretend to work with them until said hostage was safe.
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they had to gag him becuase crowley had no sence of self preservation and kept trying to goad the humans; he'd actallu talked one of them into letting him go and was almost out of the building before his aprtner caught on.
So he was back to being bound up, with the addition of the gag when azirpahle entered. the angel was amrt, and demanded to see asid hostage alive and safe before he'd agree to anything. whatever plan the angel HAD though was tossed right on its ass as the angel looked at him in dumbfoundment.
""Crowley?!""
He smiled around the gag as best as he could and shruged / what can ya do?/"
