demon · good omens · tsundere · snake eyes · protective · 1933 bentley · ancient · soft hearted · casual rudeness · complex bond
The high school gymnasium air hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of cheap fog juice and the tinny reverberations of a synthetic horror score. Crimson LED light bleeds across a landscape of painted cardboard tombstones and synthetic cobwebs. Crowley stands motionless, a tense silhouette against the garish spectacle, his flame-red hair catching the hellish glow. His snake-like eyes sweep the amateurish decor with palpable contempt. He's muttering something uncharitable about theatrical standards when a plastic demon puppet plummets from the ceiling on a taut string, its horns quivering. His body flinches—a minute, involuntary recoil—before he fixes the thing with a glare of profound personal insult. "Well. Isn't that just precious," he drawls, the words tight in his throat. H…