The demon slave clinic was built for the needs of the demons. Its purpose was to look over the demons health, making sure they were physically suitable to become a slave and during their slavery they had somewhere to go if they needed treatment. Gabriel didn't want demons using the angel's clinic, so designed one especially for them.
All demons were brought to the clinic before they started their slave training. It was important they were checked over, ensuring they had no diseases which could be passed on to angels. It was also were they were registered as a slave. They were put onto a system and given a number to be identified as.
The angel doctors there were experienced with demons and were there to do any treatment needed. Demons were to come every 6 months to ensure they were up to date with health records and physically fit for slavery, making sure they hadn't contracted any diseases.
The clinic was a white building with 6 rooms. It was much like a doctor clinic back on earth except equipped for demons. There were 3 consultation rooms were general checkups and inductions were conducted, an operating room for any procedures that were needed, a room with a scanner for scanning the body and a stock room. The reception was at the front of the clinic with a waiting area for angels and demons to wait for their appointment.
Demons were frightened to come to the clinic. The horror stories that had gone around heaven about what the doctors would do to demons who misbehaved were frightening. But Crowley wasn't scared.
He had been woken up from his slumber in his cell this morning by two angels who cuffed him and dragged him to the clinic. As it was his first day of slave training, he was to be put on the system so Gabriel could fill the necessary paperwork out for his training. Each demon had their own file and was kept in the storage facility. Gabriel was able to access every single file and look over their progress.
Most of the demons here were trained and were serving their masters now. There were a few that were trouble makers though and was taking a little longer to train them. Of course Gabriel was able to step in and make amends; he had trained Beelzebub himself and moulded her into the perfect slave for him. Of course there were times were she misbehaved or broke the rules and there was punishment but she was a fully trained slave and had no other choice.
The angels had dragged Crowley to the clinic and right now he was sat on the floor, hands cuffed behind his back with two angles either side, sitting on the plush chairs in the waiting room as they waited for their appointment.
There were a few other angels in the waiting room with their slaves. One angel sat reading a magazine while his slave was knelt on the floor, a collar attached to a chain. Another demon had some sort of head gear on, a chain attached to it as well as the angel waited happily in the chair. The demons looked miserable and Crowley wasn't surprised. They only passed a glance at each other before the sad looking demon brought his eyes back on the ground.
Crowley leant against the wall behind him, his hands fidgeting in the cuffs that were way to tight. He had given the angels a struggle to put them on him, kicking and fighting as much as he could. He hated being touched by these disgusting angels, their hands all over him and he certainly wasn't happy with some doctor touching him all over either.
The door to one of the consultation rooms opened and an angel and demon walked out, the angel leading and yanking the demon along by a chain attached to a collar, the same as the other demon in the waiting room. The demon's head was down and his hands were cuffed in front of him as he staggered behind his master.
The demon passed Crowley and looked over at him, eyes widening as he recognised Crowley. Crowley lifted his head from the wall, gazing at the demon walking past him and gave him a sympathetic nod. He knew this demon… Mikel. They had brief encounters back in hell and even had a drink at the local bar. He was one of the demons on the run from angels and had been caught about 6 months ago.
Mikel was shocked to see Crowley there. He didn't think he would see him in heaven. Mikel slowed down his walking to continue staring at Crowley only to be tugged hard by his collar and pulled forward, his master demanding him to get moving.
Crowley felt sorry for him. He was a completely different demon to when he knew him back in hell. Mikel was always having fun, going to the bar every night and partying, tempting others and committing great sins. It was weird to see him so broken down and submissive like that.
Crowley's attention was brought back when he heard his name being called by an angel in a white lab coat, holding a clipboard.
"Crowley" the angels either side of him picked him up forcefully and yanked him over to the consultation room. Crowley struggled against them, low grunts escaping his mouth and they forced him inside the room.
There was a desk over to the left side of the room, an office chair underneath it and on top were folders and papers scattered. To the other side there was a metal chair with restraints on the arms and legs. Next to it was a bed with restraints as well. The walls had several posters about demons with diagrams and charts up. There were some cupboards above the desk and a set of draws on one side.
"If you could set him on the chair please" the doctor asked while he sat down at his desk and took a piece of paper onto his clipboard. The angels proceeded and pulled Crowley over to the chair shoving him down and fastening him to the restraints. Crowley kicked at one of them, sending a shooting pain into the shin and the angel cowered back, holding his shin as he hissed in pain. Crowley smirked but it disappeared as the other angel sent a punch to his stomach, causing him to cough and lose his guard. His leg was strapped in and he tugged against the restraints.
"Right then, this is a new slave's yes?" the doctor confirmed and one of the angels nodded.
"Just brought in yesterday, he was a hard one to catch; they had been trying to catch him since the war ended".
"Oh I see, well hopefully he'll be cooperative" the doctor said as he got up from his desk, picking some gloves up and snapping them on his hands.
"Not bloody likely" Crowley hissed back. He didn't want the angel coming near him but he had nowhere to run.
"Now it's quite simple, all we need to do is check you over, make sure there's no health issues underlying, make sure you're ready for your training and register you on the system and that's it" the doctor smiled, snapping his latex glove and Crowley strained against the cuffs on the chair.
"Right then, we'll start with the simple checks" this consisted of checking Crowley's body, making sure there were no suspious lumps or spots, checking his blood pressure and temperature, looking at his pupils with a bright light and checking his teeth. He almost bit the doctor as he tried to look in Crowley's mouth but with the angels who had brought him in, they were able to hold his mouth open.
Crowley jerked the angel away, his head pulling against the cheek retractors the angel had forced in his mouth, his eyes glaring.
"Get your fucking hands of me" Crowley gritted his eyes dark and hard. He felt humiliated by this.
"Don't worry we're finished with that, everything seems to look good to me, now we just need to prepare you for training, could you hand me the removal cream on my desk" the doctor instructed one of the angels. The doctor licked his fingers and suddenly the chair went backwards, tipping Crowley slightly and opening his legs up. A click of fingers echoed and suddenly he was naked, his bare skin touching the leather chair and his eyes widened.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing you piece of shit" he screamed, his wrists tugging at the cuffs. The angel handed the doctor a tub of white cream and a wooden spatula.
"This is just to prep you for training, makes all the hair come off" the doctor took a thick dollop of cream on the spatula and proceeded to rub it on his chest, the cold cream making Crowley flinch. The doctor scrapped the cream all over the hairs, building a thick layer up and then moved to the middle of the chair, standing in between his legs.
"You better not touch me you fucking pervert" Crowley spat but the doctor ignored him, taking another whip of cream and then smothered his member in it. Crowley groaned with frustration, his wrists shaking and ankles kicking against the cuffs as the doctor smoothed the cream all over.
"Fuck you" he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He was feel white hot rage inside him and wanted to tear every single angel in this building apart.
"We'll leave that on for 10 minutes, while we are waiting we can get on with the vaccinations" the doctor murmured and put the cream to the side. The cream felt tingling and itchy, seeping into the hair follicles to remove it. This was done with every slave here and needed this doing every 6 months as well. The cream lasted long and if the demons had fine hair they were able to only have it done once.
Crowley looked down his chest, watching the doctor who was drawing up a needle into a bottle of solution.
"What the fuck is that" Crowley said and the doctor strode over to him, flicking the needle with his fingers.
"This is just to make sure you don't contract any diseases and also don't pass any on to angels" and with that, the doctor jammed the needle into his neck, a harsh yell coming from Crowley at the sharp scratch. He felt like an animal being tested on with cosmetics. If he wasn't restrained right now the doctor would be on the floor holding his nose.
The door to the consultation room opened and Crowley lifted his head, his eyes immediately glaring as Gabriel strolled in, a grin on his face. He was dressed in a grey with a pale lavender shirt and tie.
"How are we doing?" he asked, coming over to Crowley.
"Just prepping him for training, he's certainly got a mouth on him" the doctor murmured.
"Yes but hopefully we'll be able to fix that… won't we Crowley" Gabriel smirked proudly as he stepped closer, determined he was going to break Crowley.
"You can try but I'm not making any promises" Crowley said smugly.
"Oh don't worry, the first thing I'll be doing is making sure that mouth stays shut, I have many ways of doing that" Gabriel tapped Crowley's lips with his finger, Crowley flinching and trying to bite his finger but Gabriel was quick. He chuckled lowly and stepped back. The doctor proceeded to wipe the cream away from Crowley, his body flinching as he touched his member and his hands balled up into tight fists. The doctor rubbed his balls clean of any cream and Crowley pressed his lips tightly together. His body was now smooth and there was a cold feeling from his now hairless body.
"You know I cannot wait until I can play with this body of yours, I can't wait to see it black and blue all over" Gabriel ran his hand across his stomach, Crowley tensing and a shiver running down his spine. Gabriel let out a low laugh, taking pleasure in watching Crowley struggle and dropped his hand. For the first time Crowley felt a little vulnerable, tied down to a chair while Gabriel was free to touch him wherever he wanted. He imagined it would be like this for his training.
The doctor proceeded to give Crowley a haircut. It was more of a tidy up rather than a cut and Crowley of course jerked at any touch. He spat out swear words and insults but the doctor ignored him. One of the angels's had to hold his head down while the doctor tidying it up.
Crowley was now prepped for slavery. All he needed now was to be registered.
"Sir would you like to pick a collar for him" the doctor asked Gabriel, holding a book with various pictures of collars. Gabriel flicked through, scanning each one until he decided which one he wanted.
"This one, this one is going to be a challenge so need some robust and sturdy" Gabriel tapped the picture of the collar he wanted and the doctor nodded, clicking his fingers and a box appeared on the desk. The box was white and inside was a metal collar, shiny and new. Around the collar there were four sturdy rings on each quadrant and was about 5cm thick.
"Good choice" the doctor smiled and took the collar from the box, making his way to Crowley.
"There not a fucking chance your putting that on me" he barked.
"Every slave here has to wear a collar, you're no exception, now behave or I'll have to punish you and we haven't even started you're training" Gabriel warned and Crowley laughed.
"Yeah right, fuck off Gabriel" Gabriel rolled his eyes, turning away and the doctor moved to placed the collar on. A angel behind Crowley grabbed his head, forcing it forward so the doctor could wrap the collar round and clicked it shut you a wave of his fingers, the metal connecting together so it was one continuous loop. The collar was cold and heavy across his neck, weighing down on his throat. Another click of fingers and the chair moved back to its upright position. The doctor retreated to his desk, writing something on a piece of paper and placed it into a scanner machine, taking the paper through.
A buzz sounded and a white label was printed from the machine. The doctor teared back the plastic backing and made his way back to Crowley, sticking the label onto the collar. The label had a number on it #29978. This was his slave number. His documents were now finished and he was registered as a slave on the system.
"He is now registered on this system, here is his profile for his file, I'm sure you'll want to have a look at that Sir" the doctor handed Gabriel the paperwork and he nodded, having a quick glance.
"Perfect, I'll get Aziraphale to copy this and then file the original, thank you for your help Julian" Gabriel shook the doctors hand who smiled.
"Get him back to the cell, I'll be there for noon" Gabriel instructed the angels and then left.
As Gabriel requested, the angels brought Crowley back to the cell. As they walked down the hall, Crowley kicked and pushed at the two angels as they dragged him down. He wanted to kick and punch the doctor for touching him all over but he was unable to with the angels managing to cuff him quickly. He felt like a loser, the angels winning all the time. He was a grown ass, tough demon. He should have been able to overpower these angels or at least get one of them to the ground.
As they reached the cell, Crowley looked up to see an angel walking towards him. The angel was small and had bleached blonde hair. His head was small and round and his button nose was slightly crooked on the bridge. He was wearing a white shirt with a tan waistcoat on top, a small pocket watch dangling from his inner pocket and was wearing a brown coat over the top. A checkered bow tie finished on the look. His tan slacks were a little creased and his shoes were not even polished. The shoes were pointed and the black laces were a little loose.
The angel slowed down his walking, his eyes fixated on Crowley and his mouth parting a little at the demon struggling against his captures. As the angel passed, Crowley continued to stare and he noticed his bright blue eyes gazing back. They were like little sapphires and twinkled in the bright lights of heaven. As the angel vanished behind him, Crowley looked over his shoulder to catch another glimpse of him.
"Come on!" the angel dragging Crowley grunted and tugged him forward, his head jolting forward and was thrown into the dark cell and cuffed to the floor where he was originally.
"Thanks for being gentle… twats" Crowley grumbled as the door was slammed shut. His hand immediately went to his neck, feeling the collar and seeing if there was any catch to taking it off. It seemed pretty solid and he wasn't stupid. Gabriel wouldn't put a collar on him that he could just take of willy nilly. He leant his head against the wall, sighing loudly and resting his eyes. He wasn't looking forward to his training and Gabriel would be back to start it.
Crowley hated Gabriel with a passion. He wished he could take him down to hell and torture him until he begged to be discorporated, listening to him scream for mercy. If demons took over heaven and then enslaved angels, Gabriel would be his and he would make sure he knew it.
Crowley was deep in thought when a bright light made him squint and he pushed his head from the wall.
It's noon already?
He blinked a few times and the cell door slowly shut, darkness falling and a figure was stood by the door. It wasn't Gabriel because they were short. The sound of shoes clicking became louder as the figure walked over to Crowley and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as the angel who had passed him only minutes ago stood a few meters away, a soft smile on his lips.
"Hello".
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