It was 1941, the middle of World War II.

A demon had just left his friend's bookshop, at that moment he wanted to go home and rest for a few years.

Crowley didn't like war, he was a demon who 'creates war and enjoys it all' but he wasn't like that, why enjoy people killing each other? And what the demon was most concerned about was the innocent children, who were dying in droves from the bombs they dropped.

Crowley was driving home in his car, the Bentley, until he heard someone walking through the rubble and he curiously turned his head to look and saw a child walking through the rubble.

That strangely worried him and more so because the boy was bruised, he turned off the car and went down to the car, heading towards the boy and the boy saw that and pulled back in fright and fell backwards on his arse.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Crowley spoke, looking at the boy.