Crowley continued his wanders. He had no idea anymore how many days and nights had changed one another. All this time he vagabonded around the world, traversing continents and crossing oceans.
And wherever he went, everywhere humans were doing the same, killing each other; all for the sake of seizing power and influence. Their pretexts changed every now and then. And even the names of the Gods they believed in changed.
But the things they did stayed the same: screaming some kind of justice and killing someone in the name of it.
As to vampires, on the other hand…
Once in a few years Crowley would always come across a vampire, and whenever he met them, he would always find them doing absolutely nothing. They just existed, living out the days of their boring eternal life.
And he was the same. Had he not have the goal of pursuing Ferid, he might have lost his mind from those empty, boring, never-ending days.
That’s what he thought, anyway.