Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
Crowley rubbed his forehead. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving Lucia. Maybe if he could still pull off the 'I used to be an angel, so I'm not entirely evil' card, he might be able to visit her every once and a while. He hadn't ever really loved someone before. He was so depressed, that the explosion outside didn't even make him flinch. He just continued to drink the liquor. He occasionally emptied the bottle, but the demon simply threw it against the wall, sending shards of glass flying into the air, and then simply walked up to the cabinet to get another.