Everyone knows Crowley's story but what many people don't know is that Fergus Macleod was a twin. Rowena had twins.
Crowley says he was a 17th century Scottish tailor named Fergus MacLeod from Canisbay who sold his soul in life for three more inches in length on his penis, to hit "double digits." Well that is a fact the idiot indeed do this. Why? Because he is a selfish pig.
Our mother, Rowena, was a witch and taught us a few things about witchcraft when she wasn't deciding to hate us, like how to make and use hex bags. Crowley was born Fergus Roderick MacLeod and his sister was Fergie Rowena MacLeod in 1661 Scotland, our mother (the dumb cow) carried on an affair with a man above her social class, who soon abandoned her and us once we were born. Rowena was a neglectful mother, preferring to drug us with whiskey, rather than sing lullabies, even attempting to trade my brother for three pigs when he was a child and got five for me. At some point Rowena is accused of witchcraft and flees Scotland, abandoning us to live in a squalid workhouse.
Those workhouses were haunting and disturbing. At night you couldn't sleep, not that you would really want to. There were nights in which Fergus would become frighten. I would sing him to sleep. A Scottish lullaby. One that our mother's drunken friend used to sing us. We were inseparable during those times. He was my everything and I his. No one in the world could come between the two of them.
As we grew older, we grew apart, didn't help that I was sold off to become a sex slave to some royalty. Fergus became a tailor. Someone who was extremely unhappy. Even to the point that he despised his own son. I always assumed that there was more to that story but never got to find out. Soon the idiot sold his soul for some extra inches on his penis. What a moron move. If you were going to sell your soul make it worth something.
Like I did.
It got to a point that I couldn't handle it anymore. The constant rape, the constant beatings, everything, I called upon a demon. Selling my soul for power. I wanted to live like a queen and wanted these assholes to pay. Indeed they did but 10 years came too fast and so did those hell hounds.
Years spent in hell tormented I worked my way through sales becoming second best to my most annoying thorn in my side. My brother Fergus. The rest is history. Fergus became King of Hell and me? Always looking for a way to run, always looking for a reason to stay OUT of hell.
Couple of Solos:
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