Crowleyโs leg lifted to cross over the other, the ice in the glass clanged rhythmically as he lifted the whiskey to his lips. He pulled the sunglasses down his nose ever so slightly so he could peer over them. He wasnโt terribly interested in conversing with the masses. He was on vacation; being self proclaimed king of hell was tiring work.ย โExcuse me, do you work here?โ The demon smirked; placing the glass of whiskey down on a table next to his sun lounger.ย โIโm quite thirsty and could use another drink.โ














