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You always were around Crowley. He treated you kind of like a mascot and an errand boy. You didn't mind... At least not much.

Other demons always talked. They were trying to understand why you were doing everything the King Of Hell ordered you to. They claimed that it was because you were younger, inexperienced, and easy to manipulate. Or that you saw Crowley as some kind of father figure.

You came to the throne room, searching for the man.