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He pushed the last handfuls of dirt into place over the cardboard box before standing up and wiping his hands on his jeans. He'd usually not bother with magic and rituals let alone demons but desperate times required desperate measures.
He didn't have to wait long before a man no taller than him wearing an expensive suit walked out of the shadows. He circled the waiting immortal, gaze appreciative and full of a barely concealed hunger.
“Usually I don't come personally any more, perks of being king of the crossroads and all that, but then Immortals aren't the usual customers either. So, what can I offer you today, my friend?”
Kronos looked him up and down as well and did not seem very impressed with what he saw. This very ordinary being was supposedly powerful enough to be able to grant every wish anyone could think up? It seems very unlikely.
“I want to know where my brother Methos is. He is just too good at hiding for me to find him all by myself.”
Crowley smiled congenially.
“There is nothing I can not find... for a price. Are you willing to pay it? If yes, gimme a kiss, handsome.”