The friend Crowley had always been together with ever since he had joined the Knights Templar died.
And Crowley was watching him to vacantly.
Seeing God who had never once smiled upon them in the end. With a vacant look, he was watching the cruel God who, on top of everything they had gone through, even sicked a bloodsucking monster on them.
Said monster grabbed Crowley by the neck and forced him to his feet. But there was no strength left anywhere in Crowley’s body anymore for anything. It was like any energy to get up and any will to live he might have had had been sucked out dry.
The man said, “I kept you waiting. But now, I will suck your blood.”
With empty eyes, Crowley gazed at the man. He felt no fear anymore. If this world was so completely devoid of God’s love, then he didn’t see any point in living any longer.
That’s why he said, “…Kill me.”
At that, the man made a mildly bored face. “I don’t enjoy sucking the blood of unresisting humans. Human blood is at its most delicious when it’s filled with fury.”