“You can’t be serious.” Crowley’s smirk disappeared, and he furrowed his brow. After studying the woman for a moment, he realized that she was being serious. “Darling, you do know what a demon is, don’t you? We aren’t some new creature; we are tortured souls who spent years in hell!” The King snapped, almost yelling at Ellie.
Crowley rubbed his jawline in frustration. “Even if I could turn you into a demon, you would go through the pain it takes.” He eyed the woman, thinking if he should go through with the deal. The whole point of getting souls was for him to gain power from their time in hell.
Ellie flinched a little when the demon's voice rose, but she stood her ground. "Of course I know what a demon is," she replied, her brow furrowing. She knew. At first she had been unsure if it had all been a figment of her imagination or not, but now, standing in front of Crowley, she knew the truth. That demons were real, and what she had gone through had been real, and she wanted that back...
"I don't care what it takes," Ellie said. "You said there were no limitations. You said I could have whatever I wanted, whatever I desired. And what I want is to have that kind of power."
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not she wanted to lay all of her cards on the table. But she smiled a little and shrugged to herself. It couldn't hurt to try... "You were talking about vessels, how a demon needs one to get around. Well maybe...maybe I've been a demon's vessel before. Have you ever heard of a demon named Ruby?"
