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A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter, but don't worry there will be plenty in the chapters to come.

I had anticipated a few reactions. I thought he might sense the demon in my head and kill me on the spot. I thought he might be insulted and kill me on the spot. I thought he might take me somewhere to hear me out….or to be tortured.

I was not optimistic about the situation.

The reaction I got stunned me. He laughed. He laughed so hard that I thought he was going to pee himself. It was an odd image for someone who had just seconds ago, practically oozed confidence and spoke flirtatious tones.

The laughter continued almost long enough to be insulting.

I sat sipping my whiskey, waiting for him to compose himself.

Finally he sat up straight, the last chuckles on his lips, "I haven't laughed like that in decades, you have 5 minutes."

I got the feeling that he meant I had 5 minutes in general. I decided to make it work.

"Do I seem human to you, is there a way to check?" He raised an eyebrow. "It's important to know in order to explain why you should hire me."

He said nothing but his eyes gave an eerie glow of red to them for a second. "You are very human."

He said it like an insult, I shook my head slightly. "The reason you should hire me is because I have a demon in my head. In fact, I believe it is a demon you have been looking for, specifically the idiot who tried to overthrow you."

He took a long drink of his whiskey, "Well, color me intrigued."

He said nothing else, so I continued, "So I was walking home a while ago when this demon possessed me; unfortunately for him, it didn't take. I figured out how to trap him in my mind. After that I managed to get enough information from him to discover that the tests to prove there is a demon inside me do not work…..well, I never tested a demon trap but I'm pretty sure that I could get past it."

I trailed off as I realized that I had begun to ramble. Apparently, I was lucky because he simply chuckled, "Let me get this straight, Zane ran away with his tail between his legs, failed to properly possess a human and got trapped in that human's head?"

I nodded and he continued his lips curling into a smirk and body language exuding amusement. "What is it that you expect to get out of this Little exchange?"

As I sat there, I took a moment to appreciate the irony of the fact that lying to the King of Hell seemed like a terrible idea. So I didn't.

I downed the rest of my whiskey. "I had hoped to not die. I realize that it would be very easy to kill me and be done with it. However, I don't want to die at the very least, I want to make sure the asshole demon who signed my death warrant pays decently for ruining my life." I motioned for the bartender to pour me another drink before continuing.

"However, I realize that offering nothing in exchange for my life would be pointless. If I am right, I can smuggle demons past protections built for them." I held my breath, uncertain how this would be received."

He made a thoughtful sound while absently swirling his drink and staring at me like he was able to see into my soul. Then again, he was the King of Hell, maybe he was doing that.

Finally he spoke, "If you are right, there is no proof you are telling the truth, you seem only human to me."

I sighed, "Fine, I will let him take over but not here…...he will be….. grumpy, possibly insane."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, "Possibly insane?"

I decided to be straight forward, "his consciousness has been in a void that has possibly been playing the song that never ends for three weeks straight…...it was the most annoying thing I could think of."

He was smiling in a rather unnerving way now, "Well now, we best be on our way." He stood up and held out his hand. In another situation it might have been charming, but currently it was terrifying.

I took his hand and he led me through the door of the bar. Then suddenly I was faced with an amazing view of a city from very high up. I whimpered and fell on my ass trying to fling myself backwards.

"What the fuck?! We were in Texas! Why are we so high up!" I suddenly realized I was shouting and forced myself to breathe.

After a couple of breaths, I stood up on shaky legs. "Sorry, I am afraid of heights, especially when it is such a sudden surprise. Where are we?"

Lucky for me, Crowley seemed to be finding the whole situation rather funny. He pointed to a rather out of place chair. "Sit there then let him take control."

This place looked like an expensive penthouse that you would see on television, except for this plain brown leather chair. It seemed average compared to the luxury that surrounded it.

Still, I sat in the chair, "This may take a while, this is still new to me." I did not wait for acknowledgement, just closed my eyes and began the process.

The process is just what I had found myself calling it. It was generally a weird combination of meditation and visualization that allowed me to go to the library in my mind.

Until recently, this had been more of a conditioned response rather than a purposeful action. So it first took me several hours to get there. I had managed to get faster with practice but it still took nearly an hour to get into the mindscape I had created.

When I finally arrived in my library the screen that showed me what my eyes were seeing was dark. Unsurprising since I had closed my eyes, still it was unnerving.

I was more unnerved by the fact that I could die very shortly. I shook my head and looked towards a door that was bolted in several places.

I knocked, "I am going to let you out now. You will be able to take control." I heard nothing.

I opened the door using it as a shield. There was a soft thud as the demon's mental form spilled out of the room unmoving.

I peeked around to find the demon mumbling to himself.

I poked him with my foot and suddenly he sprang up looking around wildly before launching himself at the main door to my library.

I blinked before the screen showed my eyes opening. I saw an impatient King as his face shifted from surprise to thoughtful to down right predatory in seconds.

The truly odd thing about being possessed and aware of it is the ability to sense the feelings of the thing possessing you.

This demon was feeling nothing. He didn't even speak once he realized just where he was, he didn't even blink.

Crowley smiled, "Zane, I just had the most illuminating conversation with your meat suit."

Zane responded by whispering so low that I barely heard him. Whatever it was he kept repeating it.

Crowley looked irritated. "Speak up, I don't want to damage the human but I will." He moved closer before stopping short.

I knew why, he must have figured out what Zane was saying at the same time as I did.

"This is the song that never ends…."

Some parts would be quiet, others louder but he just kept singing it.

Crowley sighed heavily and snapped his fingers. Suddenly it felt like I was being yanked out of my library through a straw.

My head was throbbing when I realized that I was in control of my own body again. "Ow."

Crowley held out a hand again and led me to a rather plush couch. "Tell me again what you did to the demon possessing you."

I suppose he was trying to put me at ease, be comforting, non threatening. He was very good at it, saying the right words and using the right tones and body language, but it only served to make me uncomfortable. I never liked it when monsters pretended to be good people.

"To start, please stop trying to put me at ease. I dislike it when people pretend to be something they are not and you don't strike me as the gentle type." I put my hand on my still throbbing head.

I took a deep breath and continued, "I will tell you everything, but to be honest I don't completely understand how I was able to do any of this."

And so I told him everything, every detail I could think of including the memories and feelings I had experienced. He sat quietly for a moment before turning to a corner of the room.

A rather intimidating man stepped out of the corner, I had not even realized there was anyone else in the room.

If Crowley noticed my surprise, he ignored it. "I have to go check in on some things, until I get back she is my guest."

The tone he used was somewhat terrifying, turning to me he added, "You can help yourself to room service, but you will remain here."

I nodded understanding that the line between guest and prisoner was a fine one and the side I was on could change.

Then he was gone. Literally had just disappeared. So I sat there awkwardly with a demon I now realized was my guard. "Is there whiskey?"

It was several hours later when Crowley returned. He simply looked at my guard and said, "Possess her." I barely had time to register what he said before I felt the smoke enter my nose and mouth and the world went black.

Everyone in the room was arguing with each other, my eyes were closed but I could hear them. The room smelled like unfamiliar and unpleasant chemicals. My eyes were scrunched closed.

I could hear the occasional sob from my mother but she remained silent otherwise.

My dad had died two days ago and yet here we were still in the morgue, arguing.

His family wanted to go with cremation, my mother would not get the ashes they didn't want them to get married in the first place.

Her family refused to allow use of a family lot, he wasn't family, even if he did marry my mom.

My mom had stopped talking 15 minutes ago, they continued arguing.

I stood frozen trying desperately not to open my eyes.

I was supposed to wait outside, but the yelling had me worried about my mom so I came in.

My dad was on a metal slab covered in a sheet from the shoulders down. His face was swollen and somewhat discolored. I approached him as if in a trance.

The last time I had seen him I was in the middle of throwing a teenage tantrum. Then I was told he was gone.

I stopped when an odd smell hit me. It was coming from him. When it dawned on me what that strange smell likely was, I almost threw up and screwed my eyes shut.

They just kept arguing. I heard someone say we should let him rot.

My eyes shot open and I couldn't look away from him. "Who the fuck said that?"

I could tell they all heard me because there was now silence.

My aunt started to say something, "You need to leave, the adults…"

I interrupted her, "The adults in the room are apparently fucking useless. My father will be buried in the family lot and that is final."

No one argued with me, I looked at my Mom who was sitting in a chair, just staring at my Dad silently crying. As I tugged her hand to get her out of the chair, I realized that I had been crying as well.

I looked back at my Dad then turned away.

Suddenly, I was facing the door to my library. I opened the door and walked through.

I felt a strange tugging sensation as I began to control my body again. I had imagined my door to work sort of as a switch. I wasn't sure it would work but it did.

I was suddenly on the floor looking up at the King of Hell and he looked fascinated.

Everything hurt, as if I had run a marathon. "Why memories?" I rolled on to my stomach attempting to get up. I noticed that my nose was bleeding.

"Every human has a dark side, connecting with those negative emotions makes taking over easier." He didn't move to help me, but that was hardly surprising.

He chuckled a bit, "Congratulations you get to live. Now let's make a deal."