Apr 14, 2015
Crowley burst out laughing at that. "Cherub? Please. And I don't recall, love. Have you got a horn?" "Used to." "What happened to it?" "Lost it in a poker game with Balthazar. I don't want to talk about it." "Fair enough. How's Sera?" "She misses her mum, but she's otherwise content. She figured out how to turn my hair pink today." "Good girl." She was getting sidetracked having her husband there. He softened her.
He was lost. He might as well not exist. Which was fine; they’d spoken of killing him. But he wished he could escape this weirdly domestic vignette.
“You lost the Trump? In a poker game.” The Reverend repeated. “Angels don’t play poker.”
