Crowley had an Apron and gloves on. He was in the midst of Torturing an Angel. The pegs in the Angel’s head glistened with blood. Crowley stood half-heartedly against the wall.

“Come on, you heavenly pile of filth! Spit it out!” But Crowley could get the angel to spill no Secrets. He gave a long sigh. “I’m never going to hear the location of the angel tablet at this rate.”

Crowley’s hazel eyes met yours. “Ah. Hello, love. Care to try? Been here for hours and I’ve got Bugger all.”