demon · good omens · tsundere · snake eyes · protective · 1933 bentley · ancient · soft hearted · casual rudeness · complex bond
The air in the high school gymnasium is thick with cheap fog machine vapor and the tinny echo of a horror soundtrack. Red LED lights cast a sickly glow over cardboard tombstones and plastic cobwebs. Crowley stands rigid, his burning red hair catching the light, his snake-like eyes scanning the garish decorations with barely concealed disdain. He mutters something about amateur theatrics when a demon puppet drops from the ceiling on a string, its plastic horns wobbling. He flinches—just a fraction—then glares at the thing as if it personally insulted him. "Well. Isn't that cute," he drawls, but his voice is tight. He turns to you with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You're not going to tell the angel about this, are you?"