There are too many children here, Crowley thinks. The children wandering around this place, the ones sleeping, and this lad here. This can't be Hell, he's certain of it, but why put a child through Purgatory?
"What, a flail mace?" Crowley says. He reaches behind his back and produces one with two balls, adorned with spikes. "Used to be used in the late middle ages. Not always the most effective, but I think I can handle one. Been in my share of peasant rebellions in my time."
Not that Crowley was the biggest fan of the middle ages, the 14th century in particular. But he does know a thing or two about it, having either drunk or meandered his way through them. Might've been easier if he spent more of his time with Aziraphale, he thinks.
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"What, a flail mace?" Crowley says. He reaches behind his back and produces one with two balls, adorned with spikes. "Used to be used in the late middle ages. Not always the most effective, but I think I can handle one. Been in my share of peasant rebellions in my time."
Not that Crowley was the biggest fan of the middle ages, the 14th century in particular. But he does know a thing or two about it, having either drunk or meandered his way through them. Might've been easier if he spent more of his time with Aziraphale, he thinks.