Lila Pendleton walked down the foggy crossroads feeling shivers run straight down her back forming goosebumps. She smiled to herself, this was silly. So, so silly. Making a deal with a demon at a crossroads? It was like some myth her teenage self would tell her friends to scare them and make them laugh, though her pig headed father never stopped telling her stories of how he became rich when he was drunk.

Just a bit of fun. At least that's what she told herself, being it night time and all she had was the flashlight in her hands and the things her father told her to bury it became quite eerie like something out of the horror films she indulged herself in.

She pulled her cardigan back over her shoulders shivering as a cold gust of air blew her way, she placed the container in the small hole she'd dug and buried it standing up putting her hands in her pockets. She'd be lying if she said her heart wasn't pounding against her chest at that moment, everything seemed so still. After a moment she brushed it off giggling to herself, sighing.

''Just a bit of fun.'' She reassured herself, turning to walk away but was stopped mid step as she was blocked by a dark figure right infront of her.

''What is, darling?'' The man asked, a thick, heavy british accent slipped as he said the words.

His voice was husky and deep, soothingly so, though in this current situiation it brought those chills back.

Her instinct was to run away of course. To get as far as she could away from him and yet she found herself unable to move, barely being able to swallow the lump that formed inside her throat. This was Crowley, the man who her father had sold her soul for.

Crowley trailed his eyes along her. She certainly hadn't picked up on her fathers physical traits, thank Hedes. Her blonde hair fell to her waist in curls and green eyes pierced there way to his and she had a rather attractive face the demon's would have a field day with this one, funny, she hardly looked like Mr Pendleton, perhaps he'd been lying to her about her parentage. Quite the scandal, Crowley mused silently.

''Ugh- I ugh.''

''Well don't keep it in. What is it you want, sweet?'' Crowley asked tugging his tie loose from around his neck agitatedly, it'd been a Hell of a day.

''My father...he died a few months ago.'' Lila said slowly, licking her lips. She couldn't believe herself. Perhaps this was another nightmare that would stop soon.

''Yes I'm away. I would say it's unfortunate but than who am I kidding. So what? You want daddy back from the dead?'' Crowley asked raising his eyebrow as she shot him a look of disgust, she examined his face for a moment looking at his black suit and then shaking her head.

''No. He was a disgusting man. I want my mother's illness to go away, can you do that?'' She asked quietly, narrowing her eyes into slits as she wondered what exactly Crowley could do. There were endless journal entries by her father about him and the crossroad's deal, and how he got his money, blood money more like it.

''Well, yes. But your mother mustn't be exactly kicking it these days. How old is she now, what, sixty?'' He questioned wondering what on earth this girl was on about, it wasn't too long until her mother would be dead soon anyway.

''Try fourty-nine, like I said, my father isn't all that innocent as you know. The only reason he wanted to see me was because he needed someone to hand down his...wealth to. No hard feelings towards mom than. So can you do it?'' Lila's quiet voice questioned.

''I can give you anything your little heart desires, however this particular deal is going to be tweaked a little. I need you to work for me, you seen Dick Roman on T.V yet?'' Crowley asked raising his eyebrow at the blonde who nodded slowly, equally as confused.

''Well, let's just say we don't get along. Now, what I need for you to do is act. Act as if you need the job desperately, oh, it helps too if you have some personality trait. He goes for those.'' Crowley trailed off waiting for an answer from the human girl.

''So..you want me to work with him or you want me to do him...?'' The girl asked biting her lip to keep from laughing, she had no clue what this demon was on about. It was almost midnight and she was there, talking to a demon on a crossroads, oh the joys of family secrets. Crowley smirked at her and raised his brows.

''Work, if you want to do that too that's fine...so long as your pretty little head stays screwed on and not down his chomper.'' Crowley sighed, fixing his tie up clearing his throat.

''What was that?''

''Nothing, now darling, your mother will remain in good health for the remainder of her life and you will be working for me...working for Dick.'' Crowley said grinning at his sentence, he loved to toy with humans. She had no idea what a leviathan was, he could tell.

She considered it for a moment, stepping back. Working for this interesting demon for a little while didn't sound all that bad if she was being honest with herself and if she were working near Dick Roman she'd probably get good pay not to mention her uncles praise. She still knew there was a lot he wasn't telling her but she couldn't stand to see her mother on her death bed any more times.

''Deal.'' She whispered quietly, letting her nerves get to the best of her. Crowley wore a triumphant grin and leaned in grabbing her by the waist and kissing her roughly and passionately like he'd sealed the deals with so many people before her. He noticed the way her cheeks flushed as she stood back with wide eyes.

''Good girl, your daddy was a homophobic prat, but I do believe you could be of good use to me.''

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