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Chapter 9 Story Time
Three cups of coffee and 230 years later
Crowley was sat across from Michael as he spoke.
Michael's story wasn't a secret but it wasn't heard of either. He stared at the last drop of coffee in his cup as he finished his story, "Two hundred and thirty years later…I'm drinking coffee trying to get rid of a hangover in the same house it all went down. I never saw Lauren after that night. She just …" he made a small sweeping gesture with his hand, "disappeared like the demons."
Crowley pursed his lips and tilted his head, "Out of curiosity…why did you become a demon in the first place?"
Michael finally looked up from his drink and shrugged, "I guess I thought that if I became like the creatures that took Lauren and murdered everyone I knew, then I could find her and bring them back. I never did, and trust me, I've looked."
Michael finished his coffee and waved the cup away. Once gone, he stood stretching from his chair. He patted his hellhound's head and turned to Crowley, "And now you know why I'm a mean drunk," he chuckled, but it slowly dissolved.
Crowley rose from his seat as well, his expression changing, "I already knew why you were a mean drunk Michael, and to be quite Frank, I don't care. You've had your little story time, now it's back to work."
He slid the book across the table to Michael, "Find the tesseract, stop the bloody battles and return to whatever it was you called a life," with that Crowley disappeared leaving Michael standing there with his hand on the book.
