It was a pretty good week, actually. Very good. Considering the very low standards he had set for this place, they'd excelled lately. Everyone mixing up what they are, becoming human or losing divinity, it was actually funny to observe. But only from a distance, not actively. Course he was, as ever, untouchable. Still a demon, still very much King of Hell.

And still able to choke down the toxic beer they served at the bar. Honestly, he didn't know why he kept drinking it, he just did. It gave the illusion of escaping this poor excuse for a relocation.

He would of thought he should of left by now. As Crowley knocked back his drink, he calmly contemplated what next. Desperate people all over, willing to do anything to get their old life back. Perhaps he had a little networking to get around too. All those souls for the taking if he just played it right.