“Ghwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Ferid shrieked. “Curse you, humaaaaan!!! Just when it was almost over, you went and did thiiiiiis!!!” he kept screaming hatefully. “And sticking it where it huuuuuuurts—”
But abruptly, Ferid stopped his screaming fit, and lifted his head. His face was adorned with a smirk. And then…
“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, to think that at the last moment when you are cornered enough you would actually fall for such a transparent lie that would not even trick a child; you really must have a lot of trust in me, huh. You are really making me blush here. Thank you,” Ferid goaded gleefully.
With a movement, light and flamboyant as that of a dancer, he stood up.
Silver weapons didn’t work. The monster wasn’t dead. But he himself was going to die, Crowley knew. Just die, meaninglessly and without accomplishing anything.
“…”