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Ligur’s head hurt. A lot. G-Satan where was he? It was bright that was for sure. But no one was yelling at him or sending him to hell so he wasn’t in heaven. That meant he was on earth.
He opened his eyes and they quickly dilated. Okay, he was laying on his back, looking at the sun. Okay, that helps a little. Now, where on earth was he? The last thing he remembered was being in Crowley’s flat and getting drenched with Holy Water. If he was drenched with holy water how did he survive?
Ligur sat up and squinted his eyes open to get used to the light. Once he could open his eyes all the way he patted the top of his head to make sure his lizard was still there and safe. Thank Satan it was, he might’ve gone insane if he lost it.
He looked around and found that he was in a graveyard it was the same one him and Hastur always came to earth at. Speaking of Hastur, where was he? He never went to earth without his partner, and he was with him when he got discorporated. He either didn’t get hit with the traitor’s holy water or didn’t have the luck of coming back.
Now that he thought about it, why was he back? Didn’t the world end the day before? And if he did, didn’t holy water permanently kill any demons who came in contact with it? Once he found Hastur he’d have to ask. Now, how to get back to hell. There was an escalator right? And an Elevator. But he was so far from London. There were many entrances to hell weren’t there? All he had to do was find one. There had to be something nearby. Worst case scenario he’d use some of his remaining energy to open himself an entrance. Satan he needed sleep. Ew.
After some searching, he found a way in. He noticed a large crowd that had formed and decided to check it out. There was a large glass wall, a bathtub of what seemed to be holy water, and Crowley, calmly sitting inside, splashing the glass with it. Behind him was some high ranking demons, one of which being Hastur. Said Duke of hell looked like his life was flashing before his life, like he just realized something that could’ve killed him.
After the traitor left (and asked the archangel Michael for a towel), the dukes of Hell in the room also left. Hastur, left clearly shaken and over thinking, walked slowly out of the room. And right outside that room, at the edge of the crowd, was Ligur.