Crystal summoning, huh? That's new. I'm not against
it, per say, but it empowers the wellness movement a little more than I'm comfortable with. What's Karen in Milwaukee going to do when a demon shows up to her Avon party? That's happened before, by the way. Bit awkward. I'd have dressed for the occasion if I knew I was going to get summoned by too many Yankee candles and a very
enthusiastic soccer mom.
Which is to say: hi ladies, gentlemen, and fellow folks beyond the binary. Name's Crowley, a demon (possibly?) on administrative leave (you'd have to ask Beel), recently from another dimension calling itself Tumbleweed. Now, I realize some of you aren't exactly human yourselves (shout out to the supernatural entities) but I also
realize getting shoved into a smallish space can be stressful for even the folks without claustrophobia, which brings me to my next (and final—promise, didn't even prepare a powerpoint this time) point:✨ Opting Out of Demon Interaction ✨
Don't want anything to do with a spawn of Hell? Weirded out by the thought of Satan's lackey hanging out at your favorite coffee shop? Had enough with the long-winded entries? Comment with a 🐍 and you'll never get a notification in your inbox from me. That's it. Your demon-free internet browsing starts now!