For A Thousand Years Part 6
After getting a fourth chance with his love, Crowley started to wonder if there was perhaps a way that he could actually track Aziraphale down. He had the glow that he saw around everyone that turned out to be his angel. His instincts alerted him to whenever his angel was actually near. There had to be some way that he could actually find where his angel had turned up.
The head office didn't seem to mind Crowley's dalliances with these various mortals. They always seemed to think that his involvement with them would assure another soul for Hell. They didn't realize that it was the same soul over and over and that it would never see the gates of Hell as long as Crowley had anything to do with it. He would never let his angel end up in a fiery pit. Even if it meant his own death.
One thing that being a demon gave you was access to all the best people when it came to the supernatural. He could find shaman and witches and anything else that he might need to be able to track down his angel. He'd been able to track down a witch that might actually be able to help. She lived deep in the jungles and was far smarter than her primitive appearance would lead you to believe.
"You bring a gift for me?" She asked as Crowley entered her tent. It was always a custom to bring a gift in exchange for a service. Crowley set a rather large ruby close to the fire in the middle of the tent. The woman picked it up and looked it over. She held it in her hands and closed her eyes, saying a few words. She then nodded and accepted the ruby, putting it on a log beside her.
"What is it you seek?" She asked Crowley. She knew that he wasn't human. It was very obvious by his aura. He kept his eyes hidden from her. But he did not feel evil like some of the others did. She would do business with this one.
"I need a way to track a soul." He kept his eyes on hers. Any sign of fear and the deal would be undone. You could not be afraid of the witch if you wanted her magic to help you.
"A lost soul is very hard to find." She said as she stared at him.
"It is the soul of my love." He sighed softly. "I have come across it three times since his first death. I know what it feels like when he is near. I simply want to make sure that he is always near." Crowley pulled out a small pouch and held it out to the witch. Inside was a lock of Arrella's hair.
"You say he but this belongs to a woman." The witch said as she took the pouch from him.
"He was originally a man, but his soul occasionally becomes a woman." Crowley nodded. He only knew of two times so far but there had to have been others. The witch nodded.
"It is the way with souls. They know only love, the body does not matter." The witch smiled. She grabbed a small bowl made of fired mud and began to add some ingredients. She put the hair in the bowl with some leaves and a bit of ash from just outside the fire.
"Your hand." She said softly as she picked up a rather large knife. Crowley didn't hesitate to hold out his hand. The witch took his hand and ran the knife across his palm. He hissed slightly but kept his hand still. Black blood spilled from the cut into the bowl, but it healed very quickly. She said a few words as she held the bowl over the fire. After a few moments, she dumped the contents of the bowl onto the fire. It smoked and sparked and she waved her hands over it before looking at Crowley.
"Come back in three days." She said with a resolute nod. Crowley nodded back as he got to his feet. Three days. He bowed to the witch and then left her tent. When the three days passed, Crowley made his way back to the witch's tent.
"Come." She said softly and Crowley entered the tent.
"You told me to return." He said softly as he took a seat. He watched as the witch pulled a small wooden object from a piece of cloth next to her. It was black and in the shape of a snake. She held the snake out to Crowley.
"I can not promise you will find your love, but I can promise you this will get you as near as it can. When you are ready to search for the soul that is lost, you think on it and you hold this in your hand. You think on it hard. It will tell you where to start looking." She said with a smile. Crowley wasn't really sure how it was going to work but he trusted the witch. He could feel the power radiating off of her. She was the real deal.
"Thank you." Crowley said with a nod. He held the snake gently in his palm. Even if he didn't know exactly where his angel was, it was good to have a place to start.
"In return, you will help me when my time comes, yes?" She asked as she got to her feet. Crowley got to his feet as well and nodded yet again.
"Say my name when your time is near and I will come to help you along your way." Crowley offered her another bow. The witch simply nodded. Crowley gave her a small smile before he left. Now all he had to do was look for his angel.
The head office didn't seem to mind Crowley's dalliances with these various mortals. They always seemed to think that his involvement with them would assure another soul for Hell. They didn't realize that it was the same soul over and over and that it would never see the gates of Hell as long as Crowley had anything to do with it. He would never let his angel end up in a fiery pit. Even if it meant his own death.
One thing that being a demon gave you was access to all the best people when it came to the supernatural. He could find shaman and witches and anything else that he might need to be able to track down his angel. He'd been able to track down a witch that might actually be able to help. She lived deep in the jungles and was far smarter than her primitive appearance would lead you to believe.
"You bring a gift for me?" She asked as Crowley entered her tent. It was always a custom to bring a gift in exchange for a service. Crowley set a rather large ruby close to the fire in the middle of the tent. The woman picked it up and looked it over. She held it in her hands and closed her eyes, saying a few words. She then nodded and accepted the ruby, putting it on a log beside her.
"What is it you seek?" She asked Crowley. She knew that he wasn't human. It was very obvious by his aura. He kept his eyes hidden from her. But he did not feel evil like some of the others did. She would do business with this one.
"I need a way to track a soul." He kept his eyes on hers. Any sign of fear and the deal would be undone. You could not be afraid of the witch if you wanted her magic to help you.
"A lost soul is very hard to find." She said as she stared at him.
"It is the soul of my love." He sighed softly. "I have come across it three times since his first death. I know what it feels like when he is near. I simply want to make sure that he is always near." Crowley pulled out a small pouch and held it out to the witch. Inside was a lock of Arrella's hair.
"You say he but this belongs to a woman." The witch said as she took the pouch from him.
"He was originally a man, but his soul occasionally becomes a woman." Crowley nodded. He only knew of two times so far but there had to have been others. The witch nodded.
"It is the way with souls. They know only love, the body does not matter." The witch smiled. She grabbed a small bowl made of fired mud and began to add some ingredients. She put the hair in the bowl with some leaves and a bit of ash from just outside the fire.
"Your hand." She said softly as she picked up a rather large knife. Crowley didn't hesitate to hold out his hand. The witch took his hand and ran the knife across his palm. He hissed slightly but kept his hand still. Black blood spilled from the cut into the bowl, but it healed very quickly. She said a few words as she held the bowl over the fire. After a few moments, she dumped the contents of the bowl onto the fire. It smoked and sparked and she waved her hands over it before looking at Crowley.
"Come back in three days." She said with a resolute nod. Crowley nodded back as he got to his feet. Three days. He bowed to the witch and then left her tent. When the three days passed, Crowley made his way back to the witch's tent.
"Come." She said softly and Crowley entered the tent.
"You told me to return." He said softly as he took a seat. He watched as the witch pulled a small wooden object from a piece of cloth next to her. It was black and in the shape of a snake. She held the snake out to Crowley.
"I can not promise you will find your love, but I can promise you this will get you as near as it can. When you are ready to search for the soul that is lost, you think on it and you hold this in your hand. You think on it hard. It will tell you where to start looking." She said with a smile. Crowley wasn't really sure how it was going to work but he trusted the witch. He could feel the power radiating off of her. She was the real deal.
"Thank you." Crowley said with a nod. He held the snake gently in his palm. Even if he didn't know exactly where his angel was, it was good to have a place to start.
"In return, you will help me when my time comes, yes?" She asked as she got to her feet. Crowley got to his feet as well and nodded yet again.
"Say my name when your time is near and I will come to help you along your way." Crowley offered her another bow. The witch simply nodded. Crowley gave her a small smile before he left. Now all he had to do was look for his angel.
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