All right, so John had misplaced the soul gem, but he knew where it was now. Crowley hadn't wanted to pry, thinking that if only John knew where it was it'd be safe, but he clearly couldn't count on that now. He'd have to ask.
Looking at her hand on his arm - it was easier than looking her in the face - the demon sighed. She'd already figured out most of it. And if he didn't explain, she'd get the wrong impression. Telling himself it was for the best, Crowley spoke flatly, reciting the story as briefly and emotionlessly as possible.
"Back in March, a very close," there was barely a pause, "friend of mine was killed by accident when two angels got into a fight. I wanted to go after the angels that did it and John held me back. We got into a towering row and he left when he'd found out that he'd been palling around with the Serpent of Eden. He was gone a month or so, but I was too wrapped up in my grief to notice. However, I learned in April that he was in trouble and went to find him. He was in Ireland where a fiend had found him. I'm not sure if you know what a fiend is, but it's a lesser demon, generally good at possessions. This one had seen John just walking down the street and jumped into his head. It must have thought it had hit the motherlode."
Crowley was quiet a moment, trying to decide what to say before going on. "John knows a lot about me. Things that my bosses don't know. If the fiend took that information with it back to Hell, I would be likely be killed." It was said matter-of-factly with no hint of how much horror would probably be inflicted prior to his actual death. "John also knows things about the Manor, Adam, the archangels, all kinds of information that Hell would be glad to get their grubby claws on. So to prevent that, John staggered into a churchyard, essentially trapping the fiend inside his head. By the time I got there, he'd been fighting the thing for an entire day. It was physically torturing him, controlling him, and finally started ripping his memories out in desperation. I got there, jumped into John's head, and pulled the thing out while an angel killed it for us. Then I got him back to the Manor to heal. He was in bad shape for a while. A lot of those memories are gone for good. But he's still John. So go easy on him. And don't let on that you know, all right? You know how he hates to look vulnerable."
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Date: 2007-01-06 10:12 pm (UTC)Looking at her hand on his arm - it was easier than looking her in the face - the demon sighed. She'd already figured out most of it. And if he didn't explain, she'd get the wrong impression. Telling himself it was for the best, Crowley spoke flatly, reciting the story as briefly and emotionlessly as possible.
"Back in March, a very close," there was barely a pause, "friend of mine was killed by accident when two angels got into a fight. I wanted to go after the angels that did it and John held me back. We got into a towering row and he left when he'd found out that he'd been palling around with the Serpent of Eden. He was gone a month or so, but I was too wrapped up in my grief to notice. However, I learned in April that he was in trouble and went to find him. He was in Ireland where a fiend had found him. I'm not sure if you know what a fiend is, but it's a lesser demon, generally good at possessions. This one had seen John just walking down the street and jumped into his head. It must have thought it had hit the motherlode."
Crowley was quiet a moment, trying to decide what to say before going on. "John knows a lot about me. Things that my bosses don't know. If the fiend took that information with it back to Hell, I would be likely be killed." It was said matter-of-factly with no hint of how much horror would probably be inflicted prior to his actual death. "John also knows things about the Manor, Adam, the archangels, all kinds of information that Hell would be glad to get their grubby claws on. So to prevent that, John staggered into a churchyard, essentially trapping the fiend inside his head. By the time I got there, he'd been fighting the thing for an entire day. It was physically torturing him, controlling him, and finally started ripping his memories out in desperation. I got there, jumped into John's head, and pulled the thing out while an angel killed it for us. Then I got him back to the Manor to heal. He was in bad shape for a while. A lot of those memories are gone for good. But he's still John. So go easy on him. And don't let on that you know, all right? You know how he hates to look vulnerable."