INSTRUMENT OF EVIL
WOW: quarter. Demon Dean is highly entertaining. Crowley thinks so, anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Crowley observed with despicable glee as Demonic Dean, completely oblivious to the cat-calling crowd, strutted drunkenly around the stage, belting out Ramble On and tunelessly strumming a guitar that Crowley had 'acquired' from a visiting band. He'd also noticed a ramshackle piano lurking in the corner of the bar; he'd unleash Dean on that tomorrow.
The fact that Dean was in possession of no musical talent whatsoever was irrelevant to Crowley. He'd always assumed that torturing people required hanging, drawing and quartering them, or the enthusiastic application of a blunt instrument.
This was far more fun – and considerably less messy too.
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