Alright, peeps, listen up! Actually, wait, that sounded awfully harsh :) Greetings fellow fanfic….you get the point. First and foremost; thank you eternally for reading this. Really, to take time out of your schedules for my babbling? Couldn't be thankful enough. Second; no trolls. And by that I mean no "you're gay" "This is gay" "you're wasting your life" blah blah blah. I like criticism and I use it to help my writing but let's be grownups shall we? Yes, this is going to be first PoV. Yes she's an OC. Yes this'll be a WEE bit AU, such as maybe the times not matching up, and yeah, I want it as a gory, smutty, angsty, tragedy…with a hint of fluff for taste. Warning from the start so you don't tsk and turn away midway through because it's not what you expected.
Again, thank you for reading, thank you for the reviews (if I get any) and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it :)
-Sylleth
There's No Remedy For A Memory
I don't think Crowley ever loved me. Just saying that off the back. No, I'm not trying to start an argument so someone can start assuring me about 'what's there not to love' and all that pity banter. I don't want that. Simply, I think it's the truth. After all, Crowley is a demon. And, in all truth, demons don't love no matter how romantic you get. But…they do seem to get rather possessive. If something was theirs they didn't want others touching it, especially if it was the King of Hell that decided he liked something. Which also, in all truth, was not romantic. Trust me; you do not want a possessive demon to take a liking in you. It may be fun and cute at first but, believe when I say it turns into a nightmare filled with suffering, hatred, and loss.
See, the big problem was-is that I loved him. Still love him, for that matter. And hate him. Loath him with every fiber of my being and wish the worst possible suffering unto him…even if I know I'd take his place in a heartbeat. Even though I'd willingly cut my own throat if it meant his survival, even his happiness, if such a thing existed in the demon world. I love Crowley, and he doesn't love me, and I'm okay with that.
My only regret, the only real regret I have is that…well…I suppose that doesn't matter anymore. Does it?
Sorry for the very short intro, I swear there'll be more tomorrow. It's late and I have work in...oh look at that, five hours. Shout out to sleep-deprivation!
