Crawly was pretty drunk. He could barely even sit straight and he felt like he was going to table over. Everything was blurry. He heard a woman near him drop a vase and run away screaming.
Typical humans, Being scared about blood in the river. The blood on his hands as with the rest of humanity. Just a dumb demon who thought he could do some good by helping humanity get some knowledge about evil. And how fucking great that turned out.
He felt a ribbit next to him and saw frogs everywhere. They even jumped on him but he was too drunk to notice. He just laid against the wall of the tavern he was in and watched the commotion through a drunken haze chuckling while probably looking pretty stupid.
To be fair Crawly had wished the Almighty had just done away with him right there in the Garden of Eden for good with Heavenly fire or Holy Water. Perhaps just turned him into dust.
The closest thing he had to a companion thought he was a monster. He took another swing and felt himself drift off as frogs surrounded his head.
Only in Egypt...was his last thought.