This fanfic was co-written by Songbird1986 ( u/5586291/Songbird1986)
"I will find you, torture you, give you a slow, agonising death, and then I will temporarily return your soul to your body so you can find out what being buried alive feels like, you piece of absolute...toeragged...scum. Then I'll rip your soul out of your body once more and it will be tortured by my lads for all eternity, now run fast and hide, you pathetic stain!" Crowley yelled down the phone and slammed it onto his desk. Amber hated to admit it, but when he got angry and made long, drawn out speeches about what he'd like to do to someone, and not even in the sexual sense, it turned her on and her eyes flashed red whilst he was talking on the phone, this didn't go unnoticed by Crowley who smirked for a second after hanging up the phone and then he poured himself a tumbler glass of Craig, stood up and went over to a bookshelf. She sat in a comfy black leather chair by a roaring fire in Crowley's office in Hell. She was wearing jeans, a black long sleeved top and trainers, the same clothes she had died in many years before, and had light brown hair with highlights, which were also the same as the day she died, and she had striking green eyes.
Crowley had taken a liking to her since she arrived in Hell. Crowley had found out that Amber Greenwood had been killed by a werewolf but because she had been a witch, and not the pagan/wiccan kind either, she had used magic for her own gain, not to hurt others, but not to help them either, and had often consorted with and summoned demons, her soul went to Hell, not enough good to warrant going to heaven apparently. However, an angel or someone above must have wanted her to purely learn a lesson because Crowley, upon meeting her, had within a few months made her one of his crossroads demons, saving her from menance or torture, inexplainably to the other demons. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, or the way her hair fell upon her neck and shoulders. Either way, Crowley had only ever felt this way for another, his Queen, Charlotte. He hid this well from both of them, and never acted upon it. Amber did always wonder why she was chosen so quickly.
"So, are you quite finished?" Amber asked Crowley, looking up at him from across the room with her emerald eyes. She was one of the few that Crowley allowed to speak to him freely and without too much subordination. This had not gone unnoticed by others, including the Queen who generally disliked her for this reason. Crowley had said he was training her to be Queen of the Crossroads, to take over from him on that role as he was too busy as King of Hell nowadays. That if she reported to him, she must be able to report on matters freely and make decisions herself in his absence, and that other crossroads demons must see her as both someone to respect and to fear, and they wouldn't do that if she had to answer to him, she must be almost his equal in rank, like how Lilith was to Lucifer.
Crowley selected a very ancient looking leather bound red book with an unfamiliar language on the spine and cover, blew off the dust and walked over and handed the book to Amber. The pages were also made of leather and instead of ink, the words were written in what Amber assumed to be human blood. "That isn't leather, that's human skin, well, of those who were yet to become demons in Hell, and their blood, but don't worry, it all grows back for us to torture again the next day, that's just the leftovers," He smirked. Again, his accent, his low tone, almost whispering voice, and his expensive aftershave, only served to make Amber uncomfortable in Crowley's presence, for she was sure he could sense her attraction to him.
"Oh and er...you're going to have to change your clothes, you look more like a hunter than a crossroads demon. Those wanting to sell their soul just aren't going to deal with you dressed like that, you need to look smarter, like how I wear a suit, do you see me walking around in a hoodie and jeans? No, because they are more likely to trust me and deal with me in a suit." He snapped his fingers and before she could protest, she was wearing a black cocktail dress, diamond earrings, an extravagent necklace of many diamonds branched out, and heels which complimented the dress perfectly. Usually she wouldn't wear that type of thing but Crowley had made it so it complimented her curves perfectly. "I used to be a tailor remember?" He smiled. "You look ever so pretty in that. Your ordinary clothes are folded up in your room. You may need to go undercover and then you can use them. Now, take the book, and read up on it, you'll need it for what I have in store for you."
"Thank you, Mr Crowley, but I can't understand this language, it looks to be Enochian? I saw it as a witch but I could never find a way to translate it," Amber explained politely and Crowley had to admit that when she called him 'MISTER Crowley' rather than just Crowley, it made his thoughts wander in places he best left for the evenings in privacy. He wandered over to her and pressed his outstretched index finger to her forehead. "Now you can, good luck. Report to me in a few days when you've had a chance to read through it."
"Thank you, Sir, knowledge of this language will surely be a help and advantage," She opened the large black wooden doors to his office, passed a male, white black haired demon guard in a grey suit on the way out who nodded at her with his black eyes showing and then wandered down the stone hall, lit by flaming wooden torches on the walls, her heels echoing until she reached her room and locked the door. Not that that would have any effect in Hell but it was a habit from her time as a human witch.
Amber's change of clothing had not gone unnoticed by the demon guard who would certainly relay this information to Queen Charlotte as soon as he was relieved of his duties by another guard.
After an interesting little chat with one of her personal guards Jason, Charlotte makes her way to her husbands office. She couldn't believe that little whore was sniffing around Crowley again. Amber is slowly becoming the bane of Charlotte's life, when he fast tracked her to a crossroad demon she let it slide after all she is fairly good at her job so she ignored the mutters of favouritism in Hell's rumour mill, until she saw that look in his eyes, the one she knew well as she'd inspired that look herself in him many times, lust. He wanted her, whether he has been stupid enough to act on it yet she wasn't sure but she knew damn well Amber was not going to get her claws into him not while she was around.
Charlotte takes a couple of deep breathes before sauntering into Crowley's office in a flurry of silk and lace.
"Hello my love, anything interesting happened to you today?
Crowley smiles at his beautiful raven haired wife as he reclines into his chair sipping at his expensive whiskey.
"Nothing too exciting my darling just a few meetings"
Crowley knew exactly what Charlotte thought of Amber and knew better then to mention her. Especially as he knew he favourited her more than he should but who he was to resist the appeal of a beautiful woman because after all what his wife didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
2 hours ago
" I just heard on the grapevine that you've been giving that manipulative slut a makeover. I mean Seriously that little bitch is getting on my last nerve if I had my way...and believe me I will. She will be slow roasted in the deepest pits of hell where only I will get the pleasure of hearing her scream"
Normally Crowley would encourage his wife vicious side because after all it's one of the many things he loves about her, but the thought of her harming Amber was just something he couldn't allow. He knew he had to deflect her current train of thought.
"That maybe be a tad dramatic my love. I'm sensing you're tense so how about you and I call the masseuses before soaking in a hot bath. And tomorrow we can go down into the pits and relieve some more of your built up tension on some more unfortunate souls huh?"
As he spoke winds his arms around her waist and presses soft teasing kisses against her exposed skin on her shoulders.
"Hmmmm you certainly know how to please your Queen, that's sounds perfect."
Charlotte decides that she will keep a closer eye on Amber and one wrong move she knew that the entire of her Hell's guards wouldn't be able to stop her from ripping her apart. But if Crowley was willing to give up his day tomorrow to spend time with her, who was she to complain.