PROLOGUE HELL, CURRENT DAY
"My lord?"
Crowley raised a brow, flicking his wrist in an impatient manner as another demon slipped into the throne room. He hadn't bothered to learn this one's name- all of his underlings were disposable, but the newer ones especially so. Things were getting heated on the mortal plane, to put it mildly, and demons were getting snuffed at a faster rate than ever. While he might not know this one's name, he wasn't completely oblivious to the obvious discomfort coming off of him, and Crowley sat up a little taller on his throne. He enjoyed when his subjects feared him, but this wasn't his doing. Suddenly his interest was a little more piqued. "Well?" He prodded. His curiosity would only last so long before irritation took over, and he didn't miss the look that was shared between the other two demons running his court for the day. They knew what he did to demons that interrupted unwarranted.
"My lord," the demon started again, licking his lips nervously. Crowley had to wonder what this timid little creature had done to end up down here. "Y-you asked me to notify you if there were any… changes."
The silence from the King of Hell filled the room, and none of the other demons dared to move, other than to flick their eyes back and forth from their king to the messenger. "And?" Crowley pushed, his tone curt. If the demon didn't tell him what he wanted to know in the next second, he would pull his entrails out from his nose and go see to the assignment himself, which must have shown in his dark eyes because the words spilled out of the man in a flood.
"The flowers started to bloom, my lord. All of them at once, I blinked and they were there." He shifted under the intense look Crowley was giving him, glancing at the other demons for help, but they wisely left him to his fate.
The flowers were blooming? Crowley had long hoped this day would come, but why now? It had been more than twenty years since they had died, did this mean…? No. There was no time for hopes now, not until he had more answers. The king rose from his throne, adjusting his coat as he did so. "Court is over for the day," he snapped at the other two. "Daddy has some business to attend to, and you," he strode to his messenger, his expression hard to read. "You are going to help me."
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