You, you are wonderful! Thank you so much for making my night tonight.
You are too kind! I barely got to write with you yet and you already are spoiling me. Thank you, so so much for this. I happen to think highly of you and look forward to playing together more often!
Just so everyone who follows me knows, I haven’t been on in a while. I’ve been struggling for inspiration here, mostly. I’ve considered closing it down for a while but I’m holding off because there are people I really love writing with and I don’t want to close up those channels. I put a lot into this character as well, writing over two thousand years of history and FCs and backstory, but as much as I’d like to explore all of these things publicly (many are in my drafts) I’m just having a hard time getting the juice going to write replies too. I’m sorry for the inconvenience and if you unfollow I’ll understand. I know a lot of people aren’t so patient with replies. I’m giving myself some time to decide what I want to do before I do anything, especially because I’m at a time in my life where these things are escaping me quickly. I’m sorry again, if this bothers you.
Alastair frowned at that, feeling the anger building up inside him even at the thought of that traitor. “He didn’t come up with that all by himself.” he muttered under his breath and bit down on his lower lip. Crowley learned that from Lilith, she liked to pick out the more fancy looking houses when she took a vessel, making sure the place was surrounded by demons who were eager to throw themselves at her feet. Even in Hell, she had a special place she liked to stay, giving orders out to her followers. Crowley used to be one of them, in fact he was part of her most trusted circle, along with Alastair. “If Lilith was still alive, the torment that piss poor excuse for a demon would be facing…” He both smirked and shuddered a little at the same time just thinking of it. The Queen was even more ruthless than he was. Alastair didn’t learn all he knows from her for nothing after all.
That anger was exactly what she needed. She needed another person as pissed off about this as she was. She had seen the way Lilith had lived and knew Crowley was just a poor imitation. She had truly been demonic royalty, if there were such a thing. He was just bottom feeding scum trying to call himself King. She cut her eyes over to him when he trailed off. “She’s not. But we are. We can give him something almost as good.” She knew neither of them could compare to Lilith. Lilith had been… Absolutely everything Meg had wanted to be. She admired her greatly. And now she was gone, and she was irreplaceable. She sighed. “Let’s remind him of his place.” She said, and if she took any glee in that statement, it didn’t show on her face. She was too angry at this set of circumstances. How was it fair that Lilith and Alastair would have to die, just for Crowley to pick up the scraps like the mutt he was? She hated that son of a bitch more than anything.