With Crowley dead and Lucifer running amok in attempt to get Sam Winchester's attention, again, Hell had become an even more unruly place than it usually was. At least Crowley had kept order. He did his job and things ran smoothly, but ever since Lucifer left the cage and the battle for dominance over Hell began, the demons went into hyper-drive. Hell was literally on fire and a good percentage of Earth was too. Someone needed to step up and take control and that person, hand selected by Crowley himself, was none other than Sara Callaway. The Undertaker's daughter.

Sara Callaway kept to herself, mostly. She roamed the hallways of the giant castle in the center of Hell, reading books and dancing. She rarely cared to interact with the other demons and defiently didn't care about ever setting foot on Earth. She was content staying where she was. When she got bored with her hobbies she would tend to follow Crowley around. After her father retired and found himself a nice vacation home in the desert amongst humans, Sara found herself attatched to the King. Crowley had never cared much for the girl, or her father for that matter, but over time he got used to her being his shadow. He eventually began to teach her things and secretly prepare her for taking his place once his inevitable end came. Out of all of his minions, she had proved to be the most capable and useful to him.

When Sara had gotten the news of Crowley's death, she locked herself in her room and didn't leave for days. He had been a second father to her, in ways and hearing how he had sacrificed himself for the Winchesters, of all people, had left her devistated and bitter.

A few weeks after Crowley's death, Sara was standing in the throne room looking at the empty chair in front of her. She let her mind drift back to the memories she shared in this room with both Lucifer and Crowley.

"Miss?" came a nasly, squeaky voice from behind her

Sara slowly turned and narrowed her eyes at the scrawny demon. Alexander, Crowley's right hand lacky, was one of Sara's least favorite people. She never knew what made Crowley choose him as someone important. He was awkward, shy, and irrelevant otherwise.

"Yes?" Sara sighed, annoyed by the interruption

"I'm very sorry to bother you, miss, but there is something you need to know" Alexander stammered over his words

Sara rolled her eyes. Get yourself together, man she thought.

"Go on…" she said impatiently

"Well...as you know, the King is dead" Alexander flinched at the words as they left his mouth "and Lucifer has gone AWOL in search of the hunter boy"

"Uh-huh?" Sara tapped her foot, hoping he'd get to the point soon "Wbat does any of that have to do with me?"

"Well…" Alexander looked at the girl "With your father being reitred, that leaves you next in line for the throne"

"Excuse me?" Sara shook her head "I don't think so"

"I'm afraid I must insist" Alexander held up a hand "There needs to be order and control here"

"Find someone else then" Sara shrugged

"Miss, there is no one else. It must be you."

Sara glared at the man in front of her, causing him to cower back a bit.

"I don't want to" Sara walked around the demon and made her way toward the door

"Miss? What would Crowley want you to do?" Alexander asked

Sara froze, pondering the question. Crowley had always told her that she would make a good ruler one day and often referred to her as Princess. She'd never thought about there coming a day when she of all people would be expected to take over the throne. She honestly thought that Crowley would live forever.

Sara sighed again, turning on her heel and looking at Alexander.

"He'd want me to take his place" Sara answered the question "But I don't know if I can handle it"

"You'll do fine, Miss" Alexander assured her "Crowley wouldn't have recommended you if he didn't believe you could do it."

Sara thought about that for a moment before looking at the large throne. She nodded in compliance. Alexander pushed his glasses up his nose so that they were centered on his face, sniffed, and returned the nod in a silent agreement that Sara would in fact take over the throne.

Before long, the news of Sara's advance to the throne had reached the ears of every demon. As the days went by, Sara began to studying Crowley's journal and reading the books he'd encouraged her to study before his death. A coronation ceremony was to be held on the last day of the month, giving everyone enough time to prepare. Sara had sent out a warning, ordering all demons to return home and get their acts together. Every last demon in Hell was expected to attend the ceremony with promise of punishment if they did not. Many of the demons were less than thrilled by the news of their new leader, having greatly enjoyed their new found freedom to do as they wish. Some were, however, quite pleased with Sara's new role. Three demons in particular were very interested in their new Queen, all for the same reason. Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Seth Rollins were convinced that one of them would be able to catch Sara's eye and become the next king. They hatched a plan, agreeing they wouldn't be bitter against one another no matter who won. Sealing the agreement with a three way fist bump, the three men went their separate ways to put their plan into action.