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neutral_omensDate: December 19, 1999
Status: Private - Crowley and Belial
Setting: Outside Belial's room
Summary: Crowley and Belial work out an arrangement
Crowley had been staring at the letter for over an hour thinking about what it all meant. He could well believe that the man had been desperate, but to sell his soul to three incredibly powerful demons and ensure a place in Hell just to have a few more mortal years seemed the height of absurdity. But perhaps John had thought he had a guaranteed place there already and had nothing to lose by putting it off a little while longer.
Regardless, the man had made him think more in the last two months about what happened to human souls after they died than he ever had in his entire prior existence. He knew what Hell was like for them (so did John in point of fact) and for some reason he couldn't adequately explain to himself, he didn't want him to go there. Not that he thought John would like Heaven any better, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. However, there just might be something he could do about the other. He thought he owed it to him to try at least.
Glancing at the names on the paper once more, Crowley stood and walked out the door. At least he could talk to one of them without worrying about being disintegrated on the spot. Coincidentally, he was right around the corner.
Status: Private - Crowley and Belial
Setting: Outside Belial's room
Summary: Crowley and Belial work out an arrangement
Crowley had been staring at the letter for over an hour thinking about what it all meant. He could well believe that the man had been desperate, but to sell his soul to three incredibly powerful demons and ensure a place in Hell just to have a few more mortal years seemed the height of absurdity. But perhaps John had thought he had a guaranteed place there already and had nothing to lose by putting it off a little while longer.
Regardless, the man had made him think more in the last two months about what happened to human souls after they died than he ever had in his entire prior existence. He knew what Hell was like for them (so did John in point of fact) and for some reason he couldn't adequately explain to himself, he didn't want him to go there. Not that he thought John would like Heaven any better, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. However, there just might be something he could do about the other. He thought he owed it to him to try at least.
Glancing at the names on the paper once more, Crowley stood and walked out the door. At least he could talk to one of them without worrying about being disintegrated on the spot. Coincidentally, he was right around the corner.
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