[On hiatus] This is the king

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The woman with short, curly red hair looked at the Scottish man then down at a 4 year old girl, her niece. The little girl’s face fell hopelessly, looking at the empty jack-o-lantern bucket. All night they’d had rotten luck, getting to the houses just as they ran out of candy. No way was her niece going home empty-handed. This guy had to have something. The woman motioned for her niece to go down a couple steps then turned to the man, speaking low and softly.

"Look, dude, we’ve been up and down this whole street and not a single person has candy left. This is her first time out trick-or-treating. So, are you sure you have none?" She pleaded. 

"I am afraid I don’t.", Crowley answered coldly. With all his willpower, he suppressed the urge to just call Juliet and put an end to this human madness that was Halloween. She was already growling lowly next to the stairs a few meters away. He silenced her with a small gesture.

One of the demons that he had ordered to guard his place approached the incident. Well-trained killing machines, capable of keeping everything unwanted out. Normally, they’d roam around the garden freely, but they still were killing machines, letting them do so on a night like this would without any doubt lead to a mass murder. And that on Halloween.

"Well then.", he said, "I’ll make sure to have some next year." They were already halfway through his garden, when horrifying screams emerged from the point where Juliet had growled at. A young man stumbled out of the bushes, handsome and well-dressed. Though the giant iron pole stuck in his chest was even more outstanding. Yet, it didn’t seem to keep him from running.

"Not again.", Crowley mumbled as he was coming closer. Before he had come here, there had been a group of shape shifters living nearby. Of course, they didn’t really like their new neighbor and had attempted an attack several times. When his demons had gone for them, some of them had escaped and continuously tried these suicidal attacks. They were just too predictable.

Killing was no option. These two definitely had family somewhere, letting them disappear would most likely have the contrary effect. He didn’t need hunters on his heels. Letting them go, of course, was even less effective. The only option he had, was to alter their memories, but Crowley mentally winced at the thought. From everything he could do to keep this incident a secret, this was the worst. Messing around in other brains always possessed a certain risk of leaving the person in a catatonic state. And an altered memory always had flaws. As it was said, nothing lasted forever. It could last from a day to decades.

"She’s just spacing out a little, that’s all.", he replied, annoyed because of her panic attack. Why did he have to deal with something like this? Did he mess with someone more or less important without his own knowledge?

"Listen, it’s your lucky day, darling.", he started, waving Juliet back a little. The hellhound trotted to it’s usual place, right next to him, where it sat down, ears up, listening to every single one of it’s owner’s words. "As much as I’d love to kill you-" He made a dramatic pause. "-Nothing personal, but I like to have my privacy and you slightly disobeyed it, plus the things you weren’t supposed to see-", he said, waving his hand as if he was trying to kill some fly, stopping again. "But I can’t.", he finally stated. Next time he’d just stay in hell. The fact, that he contemplated about doing this reflected exactly how bad his day was.

"Curiosity killed the cat, darling.", he fired back, twirling the gun between his fingers. "Anyway, you aren’t in the position to ask questions, aren’t you?" He took a few steps towards her, the gun still in his hand. The little girl started to mumble and pulling faces. "Right now, your niece is having a little nightmare, but when something good crosses her mind, I’m sure it will pass.", he explained, grinning menacingly. As long as he had the niece, he had this woman as well.

He snapped and the young girl was calm again. “I don’t think that waking up your little girl would be the right choice, don’t you agree?” Juliet had taken a particular interest in the corpse on the ground and was chewing on his left arm. Blood was splattering all over the place, dying the grass in a crimson red.

-

As soon as his demons had brought these two back to where they apparently had come from, he had taken immediate actions to finish his business in this place as fast as possible. After two days, when everything was done, Crowley left and had never been seen again.

His look gazed over the faces of dull, humourless businessmen as he walked. Typical big city environment. Christmas decorations were hanging in shop windows as if one was supposed to bloody drown in it. And only few weeks ago there had been pumpkins all over the place.

Halloween. It had been over a year since he had to erase these two humans’ memories. No hunter at his heels, no headline about a crazy woman, no sign that his spell hadn’t worked. Until two months ago, he had ordered his demons to take care of any problem that might occur, still the woman wasn’t showing any sign of remembering and Crowley’s experience told him, that she would never remember again.

The coffeeshop he entered was more stuffed than any shop he had passed, even though like every winter, humans had decided to prove capitalism at its’ finest. Not that he really was surprised, even overly expensive coffee became successful with the right connections. Well, coffee wasn’t his intention anyway, the barista was far more remarkable, a young law student from a conservative, religious home, “open for new experiences”. Crowley would have sold his soul, if he still had had it, just to meet his family once.

But what terrified her the most were the nightmares. Nightmares of a man being shot, her niece shaking in fear, and a Scottish man with a gun. They came at least once a week and she woke up covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She never told anyone about it. They’d think she was crazy and her sister would have her committed.

A year later she almost had her bachelor’s in Film Studies with a minor in English. She’d moved to a larger city, as she’d been offered a position at a top film school and they’d gladly transferred the credits to have her there. Katie was writing a horror short film, partly inspired by her nightmares. It was titled, Scots and Guns. 

She was going to her favorite coffee shop, where she always went to work on her manuscripts. The manuscript for her new short film was printed out and stapled together. She was going to look over the comments her teacher wrote while downing a couple peppermint mochas. 

"Well,", he told the man staring at him with a confused expression, "didn’t expect that.", before he exited the shop. Outside, he didn’t have to look far to see where she had stopped. Passing people gave her weird looks and muttered to each other, wondering what that strange person might be doing.

Carefully, Crowley approached her, trying to hide himself as much as he could in the crowd. Wouldn’t be good for his reputation, she ran away from him screaming.

"I guess we can’t do much about the situation, can we?", he contemplated, lightly shrugging at his own statement. He couldn’t kill her right in the open, she couldn’t run because he would definitely take on the opportunity to get rid of her.

"Listen, darling-", he snapped, "there are two ways to handle this, at the moment everything is pointing at the less fortunate option." If only this wasn't an open street. "I can offer you a deal that will be a lot more pleasant than altering your memory if you would stop and listen to me for more than two bloody seconds."