29 [Video] | Forward dated to the 7th.

[integrity]

[Crowley is alive.

This is a shocking fact, seeing as he fully expected to die. He even set up his so-called last will and testament, to set aside his funds and business transactions and all other sorts of things, in preparation for his death. However meaningless this universe is, Crowley is nothing but pragmatic. And as he sits in his chair, in his office, nothing seems out of the ordinary, save for a few things.

Once, he is holding a glass of liquor, which is hardly unusual. What is unusual is that his fingers grip it unusually tightly, almost as if he is convinced he is going to drop it. His eyes are lacking some of the spark that they usually hold, resigned and weary and ready to quit, though Crowley does not quit. He holds himself as someone who has lost a great deal but is far too stubborn to actually roll over and take it -- and as Crowley takes a sip of scotch, he clears his throat and speaks, his words slurring only slightly. He has great practice in speaking while intoxicated.]

I saw God yesterday, while I was stabbing my friend to death.

[Crowley considers that for a moment before he decides 'screw it' and finishes off his glass.]

I suppose I should get an attorney for that incriminating statement, but I'm having difficulty caring, as God is the one who put him out of his misery. The same one who allowed our world to dissolve into chaos and misery and let's not forget what He allowed His own poor stupid useless children to do to it, they killed one another because Daddy never hugged them. And you know what the best part was?

[Crowley huffs a soft laugh as he puts the glass back down. His fingers twitch to themselves and, perhaps in a delayed reaction, the demon swipes his hand across the table to let the glass hit the ground and shatter. It was only crystal. He can just buy another.]

He was right in front of our faces the entire time, God, the witless wonder that thought it would be funny to create an entire dimension dedicated to souls shredding each other for punishment and thought it would be hilarious to let Lucifer break out of his Cage and thought it would be hysterical for Castiel to --

[But Crowley stops himself, because that is getting into something of a deep and personal moment for him, and one can't have that. Instead, his tone lowers to something soft as he pushes himself up, hands keeping himself steady at his desk.]

If you want to speak with the useless twat, our Savior, His name is Chuck Shurley. Pray to Him if you want to know why Castiel lost his mind and the Leviathan ate your friends. I'm certain He has all the answers in the world for why they existed in the first place.

[And Crowley shuts off his feed by knocking his NV off of his desk.]

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[failedparenting]

[Lol u ok bro]

Put down th- no, actually keep drinking. This is hilarious.

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[integrity]

[Crowley turns the feed back on only when he has the Colt in his hands, loading it carefully with bullets. One after another after another. And then, he levels the gun upward abruptly, pulling the trigger, which sinks itself directly into the center of a vase, shattering it.]

I could drink another bottle and still sink this directly into your brain matter without much more effort.

[His tone is cold.]

You Winchesters are horrendous shots.

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[worldhaditsway]

[And in walks Christina, looking somewhere between frustrated and genuinely concerned, because as annoyed as she is, Crowley's life is pain right now. But wallowing does no one good and she's a seventeen year old girl who nearly got cult-sacrificed in the name of a similar God, and handling the realization that God's been hiding in plain sight way better. Go her.] I thought I hid that.

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[integrity]

[Crowley ignores her for a moment, eyes fixated on his NV, almost absurdly concentrated on it. But the device does not move, does not turn on... it doesn't really do anything but sit there. And the demon quietly digests that fact before he draws in a breath, tone even.]

Why, to shelter me?

[It's admirably snappish, considering he doesn't really care enough to put forth the effort into pretending to be irritated.]

[uberboned]

[Gabriel has never been this angry a day in his life. Not during the war, not when the apocalypse started, never. He has made a life out of never having to deal with his own emotions. Cornered, he lashes out, but this isn't being cornered. Suddenly the world is vast and meaningless and nothing ever mattered, because even God took one look at everything and ran and hid and lied.

He wasn't even going to respond. He was just going to let it go and stew, but the urge to pretend he's okay overwhelms him and suddenly the image on the feed is Gabriel, annoyed, scowling, and generally displeased and everything, saying two words through gritted teeth.]

Plus. One.

[Internet culture is always appropriate. Plus Crowley gets it.]

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[integrity]

[Gabriel always gets it, in every respect of the phrase, which is why Crowley likes him so much. He's unique in that he sees the world for precisely what it is. The only difference between them both is that Crowley made a profit off of it -- Gabriel was noble, in the end, and did not.

His loss. Or gain, Crowley thinks, as he sinks himself back into his chair. And the demon digests that for a moment before switching the feed to a locked one, pressing buttons with fingers that he has never touched, because telekinesis was always easier. His tone is quiet, almost unusually so, when he speaks. Distant, absent, like he's not particularly invested in the conversation, but invested enough to keep talking.]

Using the weapon crafted by God robbed me of my powers.

[It's somewhat bitter.]

He slayed the Leviathan, but hasn't bothered to fix what was done to me.

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[paterelohim]

[Every single actual fiber of his being wants to scream and throw the NV against the wall and pretend this isn't happening. Courage, table for one.

But for real, fuck that. Fuck it. He's done and he has to keep being done or it's all meaningless.]

Just for the record, he's not lying.

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[failedparenting]

[And John is over here rolling his eyes]

dont kill the joke man

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[integrity]

Show your face.

[It's not a hiss or a demand, but a cold tone of superiority, steeped in authority and anger.

Just because this is God does not make Crowley any less the ruler of Hell.]

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[therightchoice]

did you really create all the dinosaurs?

[ Look, a kid's gotta know. ]

not here

[upstairsbrain]

[ He doesn't respond, not to Crowley, not to Chuck. He's not really sure what to with himself. Everything--every bad thing that's ever happened to him, to the people he loves, flashes through his mind, and Sam? All he can think about are the prayers, the words he put out without knowing if anyone was ever there to hear them. And, all this time, He was alive? He was Chuck?

"Maybe I can be saved," he'd said, once. He didn't believe that anymore. That God was with them all along and couldn't save the people who deserved it most (not Sam, you understand-- he'd long since stopped believing that he deserved saving)... it brought him to the corner of his bed, where he's sitting now, his face in his hands.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. So much for anyone's salvation. ]

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[the_dead_pool2]

Whoa. So I got into a fight with God.

[A pause for a second]

Cool beans.

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[faking]

Oh, well, now we all have an extra name to hate.

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[integrity]

In my defense, it's a rather good name to hate.

[Crowley is obviously just doing the people of Siren's Port a service.]

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[littlest_lord]

Unsurprising behaviour really. He has always been a sack of shite.

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[integrity]

Something of an understatement.

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[reassures]

God.

[It sounds like a joke. A really, really sick joke, but if there are angels (and Nill has seen them, knows they're real because Castiel healed her not long before he lost his mind) then there must be something like a God out there, too.

Except, that's ridiculous. It's awful and cruel, because how can God exist and every single world she's been in still be so awful? How could he let things like she's seen happen?]

If God is really here, then he's a joke.

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[integrity]

My version of God is.

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[matri]

[Sometimes things happen. Things that suck, things that shouldn't ever happen, things that are long overdue to happen. And sometimes all those things happen to be the same. Or at least that's how Momma sees it.]

Hm.

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[integrity]

What do you want?

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[motioned]

...Him? Really? He doesn't really seem the type.

God or a God? I mean - that's just in your world, right? He doesn't have the power to change our fates here?

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[integrity]

Even if He did have the power to change your so-called fate, He wouldn't. It's not His style. He'd rather just sit and watch us all self-destruct in an attempt to fix what He broke.

[It's cold.]

Don't waste your time praying.

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[moveslikestrider]

[He stares at the messages. At the replies. It takes a while before he bothers with much of anything. He'd gotten eaten, his best friend too. They'd had their spat about that but this is.

Hilarious in the same sick way as Sburb is.]

sure explains the hell out of the platpus

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[integrity]

Doesn't it just?

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[freeholding]

[He's still fixing up his roommate after the wrath of Castiel.] Well, this has been enlightening.

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[integrity]

Church is at eleven. Don't be late.

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[aslandish]

[ It's a moment that's been long in coming.

There's nothing he can say or do that will make this easier to accept for any of the parties involved.

The only thing he can offer is his willingness to listen -- and listen, he shall, should Crowley wish to speak with him. ]

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[integrity]

[He knows that Aslan is there and for a moment, Crowley almost considers telling the lion to fuck off, but he doesn't. Instead, Crowley speaks quietly, his tone guarded.]

You and Elaine both knew, I assume.

So not here.

[inthejunk]

[Okay, that is disturbing. As usual around here. But maybe even more disturbing than usual. Jeez.]

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[showbizpanache]

At least in your world he has a face.

I think prefer Chuck, actually, compared to what the Bible-thumpers call God back home.

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[integrity]

Chuck Shurley arranged to have his two eldest sons kill one another instead of paying them any attention.

Don't make me laugh.

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[brat_from_hell]

Then I owe him for Xellos.

[Because he is pissed, and a pissed off Phibrizzo means a scheming Phibrizzo.]

The so-called 'benign' gods in my world were about as useless to the people who followed them, too.

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[integrity]

You have my full blessings if you figured out how to kill him.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine just doesn't even know how to process this at all...]


I'm -- I'm sorry about your friend.

[integrity]

I'm sure a lot of people are sorry about my friend.

Perhaps the next hundred apologies will actually mean something.

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[returnsmagic]

[ Well, now Aurican feels guilty when he discovers his contribution results in someone stabbing his friend, not a false god and threat to the island. ]

Losing a friend is one of the darkest paths to take, even with or without a God's presence.

[ Aurican doesn't know how to apologize for something like this (or at all), but he tries. ]

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[integrity]

-- Your assistance is appreciated.

[It's the closest the demon will ever come to saying thank you.]