Crowley produced a bitter laugh and his shoulders trembled as he did so. The wing didn't felt itchy anymore, he couldn't believe how much of a relief it was. Demons were always more picky about their wings than angled, most likely because the wings were practically the only thing they had.

"Do dukes of hell really need reason to make others life miserable?" He sighed. Corinthian was going to ask again, if not this time it will be the next one Hastur catch him and rip him apart.

Long story short I...I killed another demon. Not the way Hastur wants to do with me, not his human body. He couldn't come back to Hell, I destroyed him completely."