Crowley had been rather bored the last few centuries. He had decided to have a bit of fun with humanity and chose to go against his demon-nature, so the obvious conclusion was, of course, acting like a priest at the local church. He thought it rather funny, listening to all the humans complaining about their whiny little sins, now and then, he even tempted them into even more sins. Yet another day, he entered the church, ready to listen to some sins again, he was sitting in the confessional.