He was dead. He had died. And yet, Crowley was strangely aware of the fact that he had died.
“Ugh, agh…”
Dread seized him. The violent mortal dread of living despite having died.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaah?!” He let out a piercing scream.
His flesh, contaminated with unknown something, was changing. He felt the pain of it. The pain of becoming a monster.
Even though his heart wasn’t beating, he felt pain so intense like he had never felt before.
“Agh, ghah, agh….uaagh, aaaaagh!”
“…Now, now, does it hurt? But this is the last time you are able to feel pain that acutely, so make sure to savor it.”
“Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“But well, you will lose consciousness soon. You will sleep for a while, and when you wake up, everything will have changed for you. Once awake, chase after me. After the one you must extract revenge upon. After the one who killed the people you held dear, the one you hate—”