Sonneillon
Sonneillon approached Crowley, this by far was terrifying. Sonneillon might be stronger than Crowley, but Crowley had the numbers. He let out a breath and stood in front of the King of Hell.
"What is it?" Crowley hissed.
"I come bearing a message," Sonneillon replied, trying to keep his voice from quivering.
"From who?"
"The Archangel Gabriel, Sir."
"Why would you have a message from him?"
Sonneillon flinched, Crowley was getting angry. "He found me, Sir, a human betrayed me?" Sonneillon answered.
"What is this message?" Crowley asked, his stern eyes narrowing on Sonneillon.
"Gabriel says that if you want him dead, you go do it himself," Sonneillon replied, but realized the way he said it was a mistake. Sonneillon could see the anger welling up inside of the King, and he immediately wished he didn't say that. Crowley put his hands up and pushed at the base of Sonneillon's chest, hurtling him backward.
"It wasn't my message!" Sonneillon cried.
"You two could be working together! You traitor!" Crowley's voice boomed in Sonneillon's pounding skull.
"I'm not! I'm not! I swear!" Sonneillon shrieked, curling himself up from the pain.
"How pathetic you look!" Crowley exclaimed as he kicked Sonneillon's fallen body, blood beginning to rush from Sonneillon's nose. Crowley reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small knife Sonneillon could recognize it as one of the 'magic knives' that could kill him.
Crowley reached down, pulling Sonneillon up onto his knees. Blood ran down the demons face, from a cut on his lip and his broken nose. Crowley curled his hand tightly around the blade, and quickly shoved it up Sonneillon's chest, but missing a spot that could kill him.
Sonneillon's shriek of pain filled the room, and he quickly wrenched himself free of Crowley's iron grip. Sonneillon scrambled to get out of the way, leaving a blood trail from his wound.
"Get out of my sight, Scoundrel," Crowley sneered, waving his hand and Sonneillon appeared in the crossroad.