“…Haa, haa, haa,” he panted.
“Painful? I bet it is. The only thing we need is blood. If you do not drink it, you will not be able to preserve your sanity.”
“…Haa, haa, haa.”
“Without it, you will lose your mind and become an even more terrible monster - a demon, doomed to wander the depths of agony for all eternity. I do not recommend it. So make sure you drink blood. On the dining table, I prepared your share.”
Crowley looked in the direction of the table. On top of it, food lay.
Jose. Jose was sleeping there.
Crowley’s eyes fixed themselves upon the boy’s neck. The carotid artery appeared to be showing through. As well as the blood flowing inside it. It was beautiful. The sight was very beautiful.