And here it is, the final part, for now, it will probably continue that's why I am leaving it marked as unfinished, but at the moment I need to focus on rewriting my old story and continuing with it.

The title was taken from the song Sinners by Barns Courtney, the same song is referenced in the chapter.
Till next reading.. thank you for being here.
#Long live the King


There is sadness in departure when you have someone at your side, someone you have to say goodbye to, someone you have to let go. But there is greater sadness when you are alone, when you have no one to hug, to kiss. When you have no one to promise you'll come back, no one to promise he'll be waiting.
It's always hard to say goodbye, but it's devastating to say goodbye not because you want to, but because you have to.
You have to leave, you have to sacrifice a half of yourself for another half of you to live, even if you will never see that other half again.
As Pandora looked at the dark violet suitcase resting in the corner of the living room her soon to be former sanctuary, she had to wonder. How many halves does she have? How many parts of herself can she sacrifice and still keep living, still be able to claim that she is alive with complete certainty, without any doubts?

Abaddon was right. There are many ways to kill someone and sometimes the real death is only the solace you've been praying for.
As she swang another glass of gin, she looked at the mirror on the other side of the bar. Why do bars always have mirrors? Why would anyone look at oneself as he fell apart? Why would anyone want to look at oneself and see how pathetic and miserable excuse of life they are?
Did people place them there to make someone sadder, to make them want to drink more or were they there to make you stop whatever you are doing, stop and change?
Were they executors or saviors?
As she looked at herself, her vessels long wavy hair, long black and white flowery dress, she felt naked as she ran her finger over her collarbone, it's been so long since Lucifer gave her that chain, locking it around her neck, she forgot it was not a part of her body.

"What is that?" She smiled as Lucifer made the chain appearing in his hand.
"This is something I would like you to keep until this war is over," he walked behind her, locking the necklace and moving her hair away, kissing the side of her neck. He pulled out the mirror, bringing it in front of her.
"You are so beauty, so perfect and all mine," he whispered in her ear as he caressed the shimmering skin of her true form.
"We will win tomorrow?" She asked him, looking down at the key around her neck, holding it as tightly as possible
"Do you doubt that, my queen?"
"Promise me we will win tomorrow?" she turned around, locking her eyes with his, "Lucifer promise; you will come back to me."
He kneeled before her, taking her long finger in his hands placing a soft kiss on each of them, "no force in this world will keep me away from you. I promise, tomorrow we will be victorious."

She drank another glass of Gin, she loved that drink, special in moments like this when only its bitterness could surpass the bitterness of her oldest memories. All the lies and deceives, the only honest promise Lucifer ever gave her was made that night when he promised her he will come back, the promise he never kept.

She poured herself another drink.
Didn't she do the same to Crowley? Lied to him, deceived him, abandoned him? How was she any different than Lucifer? Yes, she loved Crowley, but whose to say Lucifer didn't love her in his own twisted way? Is her love twisted as well? She smiled weakly, of course it is, Lucifer did, in the end, remade her, she is just like him.`

In the background the music was playing, the dark and deep males voice sang, "Yeah, I must be good for somethin' "
She smirked, drinking another long sip of gin she lowered the glass to the dark wood letting it fall heavily, she glanced at the bottle sitting next to her glass, it was almost completely empty, she turned around looking at her suitcase one more time, her flight is not until tomorrow morning. But instead, she stood up, waving her body with the music, she left the glass on the bar, holding the bottle in her hand, drinking down from it as music played.

"Seeing you like this, I must say you have spent too much time with Dean, his so-called charm is rubbing off on you."

She jumped, letting the bottle fall down on the carpet. Crowley looked down at it, shaking his head, his hands in his pockets, he eyed her as he walked slowly, picking the bottle from the floor and measuring its content.

"I know us demons can't get alcohol poisoning but you my lady are pushing it."
"What are you doing here?" She turned away from him slowly, walking toward the bar and leaning over it, pulling another full bottle of Gin for behind. If he came to make sure she has left or to scold her for still being around, she will not listen to it without at least being tipsy, she has her limits and they are cut dry at the moment.

"You didn't say goodbye." He walked around the bar, taking the glass she poured from her hand and smelling it. "How can you drink this?"
"How can you drink Craig? And I did say goodbye"
Crowley tilted his head, the corners of his lips moving downwards and his brows pulled up, wrinkling his forehead, "you have a point."
"I always have a point, now give me my glass back," she waved her fingers, demanding her drink.
He pulled the carton of orange juice from the fridge behind the bar, adding it to her Gin.
"You know I don't like my drinks sweeten."
"Yes, but I haven't started drinking yet and you are way ahead of me. I need leverage love."
He turned around himself, "where is my Craig?"
"You took the bottle the last time you were here."
"You didn't get another one?"

Pandora smiled, pointing at the small cabinet across the bar.
Crowley opened it, finding two unopened bottles, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes, breathing in a fragrance before bringing the glass to his lips, letting the fluid sit in his mouth for a while before swallowing.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the flavor, "God this is good."
"I don't think God has anything to do with it." Pandora smiled. She always enjoyed watching him take the first sip of his drink after a hard day or burdensome meeting.
He smirked, holding the glass up "to Abaddons gruesome demise."
"I'll drink to that any time," she smiled, raising her glass before taking a long gulp out of it. She frowned as she let the glass fall on the dark wood of the bar again, this time with much less force. "I hate juice in my drinks."
Crowley chuckled, walking around the bar and sitting at her side.
They didn't look at each other directly, observing their reflections in the mirror.
For some time they did not speak, silently drinking and listening to the music in the back. Pandora expected him to say something about the same song playing on a loop on her laptop.

"Abaddon brought my son back," he finally spoke, lowering his head.
"What does it matter, you loathed that boy?"
"I did," he took the bottle of Craig, looking at the label, "this thing is eighteen years old."
"I tried to find older but they were out," she turned her head, glancing for a second at the bottle in his hands.
"Winchester wanted to take him back."
"But you didn't let them?"
"How could I? They were going to send him to his death. He is just a meaningless boy, his death would not change the course of history."
"I agree," Pandora nodded, her glass was also empty, but she did not want to refill it.
"I took him away. I don't know why I did it. You are right, I didn't care for the boy but now I couldn't let him go and die. I blame it on human feelings, but, I had those feelings when I was a man, and still, I did horrible things to him, I tortured him, starved him, and yet, now I couldn't just let him go."
"That's because you are better demon than you were ever human."

He looked at her for a second, before pouring them both a glass of Craig surprised when Pandora didn't protest, she hated that drink, she hated any colored drinks. Her choices were always Gin, Vodka or some strange sort of bourbon people in southeastern Europe made with plums, but only a few brands where that drink would come without color.

They were silent, he would eye her from time to time, the sharp lines of her face, her lips framed in red, her grey eyes.
"Were you better human than you demon?"
Pandora let out a joyful laughter that made his heart stop beating for a moment, how long has it been since he heard it, he couldn't remember. But the sound of it, it made his heart flutter, that laughter, warm and hearty, the laughter that was only reserved for him was different than the one she would let out when around other demons or even people. It was not cold, it was not calculated, it was from the heart and it was honest, and you can never get enough of honest things in life, that's how he could never get enough of hearing her laugh, never could get enough of her.

"I came to hell with Lucifer, forsaking my gods and leaving my husband behind but not before I unleashed evil upon the world. You tell me Crowley, am I better demon than a person."
"When you put it that way I am surprised I was not named saint after my death."
"Saints don't sell their souls for bigger willies."
"You're probably right."
"We are sinners,my love," she leaned closer, holding her glass up, "but we are the best of them."
She drank the entire content of the glass in one sip, smiling.

"Why are you leaving?"
She almost choked on her drink, as his question took her by surprise.
Why was he asking her that, when he knows better than anyone why she's leaving?
"I made you a promise; when Abaddon is dead, I will leave and no one will ever know I am alive. So you can go back to your throne and continue ruling like none of this ever happened."

Crowley observed her for a moment, before standing up and taking her by the hand. Pandora was confused, stumbling a bit as he pulled her off the chair, taking one of her hands in his, lifting it up a bit while he wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling her closer.
He snapped his fingers and the music on the laptop change to the softer song,a balada from the end of the 80s.

For a second she didn't know what he was doing, but she relaxed as he pulled her closer, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and breathing in his scent, trying to engrave it into her memory as deep as possible, so that every time she closes her eyes she could remember it without an effort.

He let go of her hand, wrapping both of his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair, letting a fresh smell of lilies and sulfur wash over him.

As the song played they stayed like that, not moving, not swaying, they just stood there, clinging to each other.
As the music died, Crowley moved away a little bit, cradling her face in his hands, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. As always he had much more control over his action than Pandora, who wrapped her hand around the back of his nack, hungrily deepening the kiss.
He responded, lifting her up and placing her on top of the bar, parting her legs, placing himself between them as he ran his hand through her hair kissing her neck.
She pulled down his overcoat, taking it off and throwing it across the room.
"That's my favorite coat, love," he whispered in between the kisses.
"I'll get you a new one," she smiled, locking her legs around him.
She felt his hand pulling her dress up and the soft touch on her tight as he crept his hand higher finding the rubber of her panties. He moved away from her, pulling them off and tucking them into the pocket of his pants.
"For later," he smiled, pulling the chair where he was standing and sitting down on it, "now I have some other things in mind."
With a smile, he lifted one of her legs, kissing her inner thigh as his fingers found her core.
Pandora trembled at his touch, looking down at him, biting her lips, her eyes glazed with desire and curiosity as to what he would do next.
He did not look at her, but she could feel him smirking on her skin.
He ran his thumb over the bunder of nerves, making her let out a low meow as the heat washed over her body.
"My favorite sound," he smiled, looking up as he thrust two of his fingers into her, enjoying the sight of her lips opening up, her cheeks turning a crimson shade of red, her eyes turning upwards and her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
He was powerful, he ruled hell, he could make demons do his biddings with one a snap of fingers, but nothing ever filled him with power as did the sight of her turning into a panting mess under his touch.

He felt her nectar dripping around his fingers as she climbed up, reaching her peak, and just when she was about to fall apart completely he moved his fingers, letting out a small chuckle as the grunt of disapproval escaped her lips.
"Not yet, love."
She looked down at him, her eyes darkening as he licked his fingers, "as sweet as always," he winked, burying his head between her tights, running the tip of his tongue over her wet folds.
Her entire body jerked up at the felling, her eyes closing as the loud moan escaped her.
She could hear him letting out a satisfied hum as he continued to run his tongue over her folds, licking, and nibbling.
She was slowly reaching the same hights she was a few minutes ago when he thrust his finger back into her, pumping, as he continued to trail her folds with his tongue.

Her breath quicked as she ran her hand through his hair, her tights clutching as she reached her peak. Crowley moved his head, standing up and looking at her as he continued to pump his finger into her, letting her ride her climax. He kissed her neck and with three hard thrust he undid her, making her scream his name.

When he moved away from her, she was still trying to collect her breath, her hair falling in disarray as she rosy cheeks glistened.
"That was.. that was…" she tied to speak but her throat was dry.
"That was just a beginning," he came to her, wrapping his arms around her as he picked her up, transporting them both into an unknown bedroom.

OOO

The room they materialized in had tall black and white walls, a vanity placed just above the big bed and tall windows.
Pandora looked around herself, confused as Crowley placed her down.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know, somewhere in Prague."
"What? Why?"
"Because I felt like taking us to Prague," he lifted his shoulder in a half shrug like him wanting something was enough of a reason to do it.
"I have a flight tomorrow morning…" she turned around, hugging herself, not sure what was happening. Everything from the moment he kissed her felt like a dream.
Did he really appear in her sanctuary? Did she fell asleep and can't remember it? Was any of this real?

She felt his arm going around her waist pulling her closer, as he moved her hair from her neck, kissing it.
"Now where was I?"
"Crowley, what is…?"
He turned her around, shushing her with a kiss, "later."
He pulled her dress down, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He kissed her as he trailed her silky skin with his fingers, enjoying the feeling of the goosebumps his touch left.

Pandoras decided to enjoy every moment. Maybe it was real, maybe it was not, but it was a gift she couldn't turn her back on.
With a snap of her fingers, she made his clothes disappear, making him lose his leverage over her.
"Eager," he smiled, pushing her towards the bed.
"You don't know a half of it," in one swift movement she slipped out of his embrace, standing behind him, turning him around and pushing him into the soft white sheets.

Crowley didn't say a word as he watched her standing in front of him, a wicked smile on her face as she nibbled the side of her lower lip.
His brows rose as she kneeled down in front of the bed, taking him half erected member in her hand stroking it, her eyes on his and she pumped his erection to its full length.
She ran her tongue over its length but would stop before reaching the tip, going down again.
He let his head fall into the soft surface of the bed, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. He did not know it would be there, but he was grateful it was. Looking at them together, feeling her touch, her lips on him, it wasn't a dream, his dreams were never that real but still, he didn't close his eyes, fearing she would disappear or turn into someone else the moment he opened them again. It wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.

As he was about to get lost in his grim thoughts, the feeling of her tongue on the tip of his arousal tipped the scales as his desire for her prevailed. He pulled her up, gently throwing her on the bed, climbing on top of her.
"This is my game, love."
"Then play it," she smirked, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

When she bit his lower lip she could hear a low growl coming out of his chest as he slammed himself into her.
Pandora grasped as his length pushed through her folds filling her up.
He stayed still for a few moments, letting her adjust herself, leaning his forehead on hers.
Pandora shifted under him, eager for him to move.
"Something not to your liking, my lady?"
"Yes, start moving," she urged him.
He chuckled as he kissed her neck,pulling himself out of her before thrusting into her once more.
"Like this?"
"Maybe a bit harder."
He slowly pulled himself out letting the tip of his penis hover over her entrance. She could feel a bundle of desire forming in her lower belly but she knew him, the more she urged him to do something to her the more he would stall, finding the same enjoyment in her desire for him as he did in sex.
That's when she pulling him closer, trailing the line of kisses along his jaw and up to his earlobe, when she gently nubbed down on it.
"I need you, my King" she whispered, sending him over the edge.

He started moving rapidly, in and out of her, with each thrust sending a wave of electricity through her, making every hair on her body stand up as she felt her insides melting.
She closed her eyes, arching her back and locking her legs around him.
"Look at me," he ordered her.
When she opened her eyes, the golden glow of hers met the red smoky glow of his

He stopped moving, gazing into her eyes, before crushing his lips with hers.
Pandora wrapped her arms around him, burying her nails into his back, making his movements faster, more frantic.
She felt her arousal reaching its hights once again.
"Oh, God," she screamed.
"No, love, not God, the King," he said as he thrust into her with his full force, feeling her walls tightening around him, sending them both over the edge.

OOO

"Abaddon was right," Crowley spoke, as they were both lying in each other arms, their thoughts still in the after orgasm blurriness.

Pandora pulled herself up, leaning against her elbow, she rested her chin on her palm, a line appearing between her brows, "about what?"

Crowley looked at her, his eyes glistening, "I did try everything to bring you back."
"Crowley please," she placed her hand on his chest, kissing him.
"When I sat on that bloody throne for the first time, I didn't care about hell, those demons, I didn't care about any of that, all I could see in it was a mean to an end. I tried everything, talking with every voodoo master, every witch, every creature I stumbled upon, trying to find a way to bring you back. I opened the bloody gates of purgatory, thinking all those souls gotta be worth if not your soul than at least the information about how to bring you back. But nothing ever worked. Everything I tried was in vain. I went as far as to try and talk to Zeus but he only laughed in my face telling me that's what I get for loving a traitorous whore."
Pandora squeezed her eyes shot, the image of Crowley begging her grandfather to bring her back playing in front of her, her heart sank, how much damage did she do to him, how much humiliation did she cause him.
Zeus knew she was alive just as she knew he was dead the moment Winchesters killed him. Lucifer may have changed her, but he could never sewer her connection with her creators.
When she opened her eyes again, he was looking up at the ceiling and their reflection in the mirror.

"It was hopeless, I was hopeless. And there was no one to turn to, no one to talk to. All around me and in me, one big, black, empty, nothing" he gnashed through his teeth, before he turned his face to her, a sudden smile appearing on his lips.
"And then when I was at my lowers, out of nothing, there you were. Just like before, in that tower, when you came for me. A light in all that darkness. You came back to pull me up, to save me. And I was so mad, furious. Where were you when I needed you the most? Why didn't you come back? That's when I realized, in that room, when I saw my son, this was when I need you the most. This moment and you came back, you came back to me, just like you promised me you would."

"Crowley," she tried to shush him, the pain so visible on his face pressed down on her, made it hard for her to breath.
"No, I need this, Pandora."
She weakly nodded, placing her hand on his cheek, kissing his brows.
"I don't want you to leave, my lady. Not after everything I went through trying to bring you back. I know I had nothing to do with your return but still, I can't let you go. Not now, not ever again."

Her eyelids dropped peering into his eyes through her lashes.
"Me coming back had everything to do with you. I came back for you. I would've left without questions for you. And I will stay, for you. Don't you get it, Crowley," she raised her chin, "ever since the moment I meet you, everything I did, everything I will do, I did it all for you, for us."
She lowered her head to his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to his vessels heartbeat. She felt his hand in her hair, playing with her locks.
The world stopped, she was sure of it, the world always stopped moving for them, the clocks stopped turning, the whole universe stood still, in ave, how two sinners, two demons, two embodiments of evil, loved each other.

"Love, can I get my clothing back?"
Crowley's voice pulled her out of her thought and back into the real world, a world where clocks still turned.
"No," she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, smiling.
"I promise, my lady, I just need something from the pockets."
"What?"
"You know I won't tell you."
Pandora wiggled her nose, pursing her lips, "for what pocket?"
"Pants…."
"Alright," with a wave of her hand she made pants appear on the top of the bed.
"What about the rest," Crowley glanced at her as he sat up.
"You don't need the rest."
"Will I ever get the rest."
"Probably," she stretched, before sitting up and hugging her legs, resting her chin on her knees.

Crowley smiled, shaking his head and pulling a long gold chain out of the pocket of his pants.
"I believe this belongs to you."
He placed the key pendant in her hand, looking at her wide-eyed expression and her partly open lips forming something that was almost a smile.

Pandora looked at the key in her hand,it was the same key but a bit different, the surface was shinier like it was just dipped in gold, the chain it was hanging on was not the one she gave to Crowley, it looked like it was made out of the hundred gold strings, wrapped together.
"What did…"
"I had it a bit renewed, it lost his glow, and something like that doesn't suit you, love."
"But its only been two days."
"I work fast," he smirked, taking the chain out of her hand and locking it around her neck.
"You may not care what happens to you and you may not care about that box… but I do, and this belongs around your neck just like the box belongs in that house. "
He leaned closer, pushing her to lie back on the bed, with him coming on top of her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, slowly deepening it.
Pandora wrapped her arms around him, her hands in his hair, enjoying the moment and the feeling of his tongue lazily dancing inside her mouths with hers.
They made love again, this time much slower, like the very first time, exploring every spot of their bodies with their fingers, their tongues, their eyes, like they had all the time in the world just for them. What they did not see that night, concentrated on each other were dozens of stars falling down.