I present to you the sequel to "I Just Want to be Loved". Like the first, I wrote the chapters of "Take a Howl at that Moon" during some music and named the chapters after those songs. And, this story is also the sequel to "One Lonely Night", however, this story has its focus mostly on Clara and Crowley (but I'll try to involve Gadreel and Anne as much as I can).

The song here is "Back in Black" by AC/DC (how could I not?)

Back in Black

The deepest and darkness pits of Hell were expending tremendously well, bringing more glory to Hell. As he stood by and watched with a glass of whiskey in his hand, Crowley couldn't help but smile darkly. This was his beautiful Queen's idea, his marvelous Clara.

His mind surfaced the memory of the day she walked into the office, looking devilishly sexy, with a brilliant idea. She answered his question with four words that he'd never forget: Raise a little Hell.

Somehow, she heard about something that hadn't yet reached his attention. As annoyed as he was, he made a mental note to find out which demon failed to tell him and later torture them, then he listened to Clara's idea. A demon told her that because Metatron evicted all angels and closed Heaven, all the human souls were stranded on Earth because, like the angels, they couldn't get in.

Imagine all those poor souls, left high and dry. We could give them a home.

Crowley told her that no soul meant for Heaven could be taken to Hell. It was a contract made eons ago and it was a lot of red tape if someone even tried. Political nonsense. However, she pointed out a very good piece of information.

What would happen if Hell was closed and the demons were locked out?

Oh, darling, you wound me.

They would grow weak, wouldn't they?

Yes, dear. Powerless, if destroyed.

Then it's the same with the wings. All they care about is their pitiful home; they're too busy to protect all those souls. They couldn't even if they tried. We snatch them up, take them far and deep and no one is going to care about some old piece of paper, especially when the two parties involved are no longer in power.

Metatron and Lucifer. I see you did your research.

Both of them are locked up and will stay that way for a very long time. The contract is now useless unless renewed and that's not gonna happen. So, tell me what prevents us from taking those souls?

Crowley had never been more proud of someone other than himself than he was of her at that moment.

Once they sent out all of Hell's precious hounds, including Juliet and Ginger, souls were being dragged downstairs and there were no sign of any consequences to follow. No angel seemed to know what was going on. Days turned into weeks and then into months. Trapped souls now had a place to call home sweet home.

Then Clara had her mother moved into somewhere farther and darker than the other souls. Crowley was certain she'd torture her mother eventually, but she gave no sign of any intention to do so. He wondered if she had some sort of plan or if her mother's punishment was just that: locked up alone in darkness.

As he watched the demons push back the walls, he sipped his whiskey. Clara came from behind and stood by his side. When he swallowed the whiskey, enjoying the burn on his vessel's tongue, she stole his glass and took a sip.

"Looking good, isn't it?" she asked and when he glanced at her, she smiled sinisterly. "Imagine all the fun they'll have, especially when we demonize them." She added and he grinned, enjoying the darkness in her beautiful eyes. She truly was feeding off of Hell and growing stronger. Now, she was as ruthless as him; it touched his little black heart. Her humanity was like his lingering feelings: barely present, but still holding on.

"The gift that keeps on giving." Crowley said as he took back his glass and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, placing a seductive, but tender, kiss on her cheek.

Earlier that day when she mentioned her idea to him, she had pointed out a satisfying little detail.

Once these souls are demons, they're no longer worthy of Heaven and the angels won't even think for a second to take them back. Even if they have the balls to think twice, they're facing one relentless King Crowley, one Knight with the Mark of Cain, thousands of demons and Hellhounds and one –

Phenomenal demonically beautiful Queen of Hell.

When they had their fill of watching the expansion, they turned away and walked back up to their office where piles of paper work waited for their signatures. It was a busy day in Hell, but the more, the merrier.