Just how ironic and pointless this was. When the real evil monster had finally made his entrance, it turned out that no righteous justice could be found on the human side either.
Crowley stared at the faces of his comrades warped in mortal terror. The death mask twisting their features was the same as the one on dead Gilbert’s visage.
“…Do you want me to avenge you?” Crowley asked, eyeing those faces with despair engraved into them. “Do you want me to take revenge on that monster?”
No reply came. Of course it hadn’t. They all were dead.