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When you close your eyes and feel yourself drift away into slumber, their deep, growling giggles will begin to fill your head. You'd already be too deep asleep to understand that they've got you in a tight grip, and you'd feel their cold, slimey body curling around your every limb as they begin to drain you from whatever sanity you might have left, because this beast feasts on misery and flesh.

Not that they need it to stay alive, oh no, they need no such thing as nourishment, they just enjoy the scent of animalistic panic in their prey. 

And that's Crowley for you. Born and raised in the dark corners of twisted minds, the many eyed beast grew a mind and will of their own. They were ready to enter the living world once their victims were no more ...

Crowley is playful and sadistic, their body able to change into different beings, so they often hide themselves in the skin of a humanoid, dog or a crow, which is where he got his name from. They are loyal to only the fewest of people, who's minds are too strong to bend, and when they don't flow around people's heads, they hunt fresh flesh for their master, who no one knows who really is.

But the one who can control the uncontrollable, must be even more dangerous than the ink-colored beast.

Or maybe just t̴̡̧̪̝̗͓͇̱̳̞̊͌̑̀͗̕͝ẉ̶̧̈́̊ĩ̵̭̋̄̿́͊͘͠s̵͇̠̜̺̝̽̈́͋̈́t̷͕̣̜̯͖̻͙̓̅̀͝ḛ̶̻̮̦̩̬̃̇͒d̵̡̼͓̥̙̼̥̯̤͆?̶̡͎̮͉̤̥̩͙͇͚̎̈̓͐͐

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