'Prince Beelzebub,'' a voiced said. ''Demon Crowley,'' the voice said again, after a moment Crowley recognized the voice it belonged to none other than Lucifer himself.

''Lord Lucifer,'' Beelzebub said as ze bowed down to the king of hell, as she began walking further into the room, she motioned for Crowley to follow, being in pain and filled with dizziness he complied with no other choice and began walking in like someone, who was quiet drunk.

As the lights in the room turned on, Crowley saw Lucifer sitting lazily sideways on his throne but not in his beast form, his current one right now looked similar to his original one but this one had really, really dark red hair similar to his own but darker and his eyes were still a light red close to brown at first glance. Looking down he saw Lucifer holding a green object in his hand.

When they were in front the throne, Beelzebub bowed down and whispered to Crowley, saying he needed to bow. Sighing he tried to bow down only to begin falling forward, he tried to steady himself with his wings, by flapping them, only to end up with more pain, he succeeded by falling sideways instead.

Beelzebub sighed, ''we're sorry for the wait my lord, but we have him here now. The demon Crawly, fresh from the waiting cellz,'' she said calmly, Crowley up looked at her as he got up, a bit insulted, he was about to say how it is Crowley now before Lucifer began.

''Yes, I can see that I did say not to be so harsh on him,'' he said calmly, you could hear a bit of irritation at the edge of his voice. As he began standing up, you could see him holding a green feather in his hand, ''go now, leave us Beelzebub,'' Lucifer said.

When Crowley looked him in the eyes, he could see that Lucifer looked exhausted and closed, he doubted that the others could see it. A void appeared when Lucifer looked down at the green feather, it was if he missed the owner of the feather or had a bad memory associated with the it but a memory no less, but of who? He briefly wondered who the owner of the feather was and who would've given it.

He sucked in breath as it was a habit as he realized it wasn't any feather, it was HIS!

He remembered when he gave Lucifer his feather from before the fall and how happy he was. He remembered how his wings used to have green on them, all the colour from his wings had sadly been turned into a sulphur black in the fall, he shook at the thought as memories of the fall played in his head. He never meant to fall and take the drop downwards, but he did and he can thank the former angel now demon who held onto him in his weakened state as it happened, it was a long time ago, he got over it. Right?

But if Lucifer still had his feather that would mean there was still some part of his brother in there and not just Satan, the devil, king of hell. A little annoying part of him that still considered Lucifer as the big brother to seek comfort in, desperately wanted to go hug him so he could take the bad away.

He was brought out of his thought by a door closing, looking up he saw Lucifer standing and watching him with a questioning and curious look, feeling a bit vulnerable he began doing the same, looking he could see that Lucifer was wearing a black long suite jacket and a red shirt under with some sort of fancy lose bow tie.

After having looked each other in the eyes in silence for a few minutes, Lucifer decided to break it, ''You have a lot of nerves doing that, not many would dare do that with me,'' he said wanting to hear why he did it.

''Yeah, well I'm not anyone,'' Crowley said, attempting a smirk.

It must have failed since Lucifer laughed albeit it sounding hollow, walking closer he put the feather in his chest pocket, he began circling around Crowley.

''Are you sure we have not met before? I feel like I should know you,'' Lucifer claimed, pointing at Cowley. ''Yet you say we didn't, but your eyes, your eyes tell a different story, I saw it when we had or little staring contest, recognition and hurt, you hid it pretty good, I'll admit.''

Biting his lip, he quietly cursed himself for trying to be a smart ass, he did not want Lucifer to know that they know, or should you say knew? Each other, nor did he want him to realize who he was.

''Listen, why don't we make a deal with the devil? It's not so bad, '' Lucifer suggested, still strangely curious, you'd think he didn't have much to do here other than staring into a wall or looking over at a bit of paperwork from the day. ''Why don't I heal some of the bigger parts of your many wounds and you will answer some of my questions, hm?'' Lucifer said to him, as he looked at his bloodied wings.

''well, uh it is a very nice offer, but I have to decline it… Lord'' Crowley declined.

''Listen, I am not in the mood for this right now and would rather sit and dwell in my own thoughts than do this Lucifer explained quickly, sound annoyed. Sighing, Lucifer looked at Crowley and held his hand up and waved it a bit and some of Crowley's bigger wounds began healing.

Looking at his wings he took a deep breath and folded up his wings and got them into another plane. Taking a chance Crowley said, ''then why did you heal me? If you obviously do not want to do this, just- just let me go, save you the trouble,''

''lucky for you, someone made sure I couldn't bare seeing anyone in pain for long,'' Lucifer answered.

''Lord, you don't mind me asking right? Who made sure of that?''

Lucifer looked him dead in the eyes with a sorrow full expression quickly changing it to an emotionless stare, ''My younger brother, I'm sure you've heard of him: Raphael, *sigh* Well it did get more important after... You have heard of his fate, right? How he got murdered in cold blood,'' Beginning to pace around the room yes again, he continued, ''and you know what? They blame me! Me! As I would ever kill my own younger brother, one of who I grew up with! You know if I ever find the one who did it. Lucifer stopped and looked him dead in the eyes. ''I will kill them, no matter what.'' He stopped and walked closer to Crowley again, who had just stood awkwardly and listened as Lucifer unconsciously told him stuff, he normally would not share with anyone.

Lucifer laughed, waving at him, ''you see this proves it, I would never tell anyone this much, not even Beelzebub and ze is my right hand.''

A pregnant pause came over the room as Lucifer went back to his throne and sat down, looking distant.

Crowley was a bit shocked to say the least, he felt happy he made sure Lucifer didn't like to watch people suffer but just hearing Lucifer blurt out all his problems again was a stab in the gut as a reminder of what used to be and how he was used to hearing his siblings telling their problems to him, hoping for some brotherly wisdom or a bit of advice? Or maybe just simply someone to listen, you do not always need advice, just someone to listen and hear what you have to say. But hearing it like that was a bit worrying and coming from Lucifer, he could expect a lot of build-up anger issues and probably more. He looked a bit wary and also hurt, was that how the others also felt about his supposed death? He was dead, no, Raphael was dead and in his burnt-out fire was he, Crowley, he was here now, at least some part of him was still here, still a bit of fire burning, trying to give comfort? But would it be enough? Even if he told Lucifer and the others that some part of good old not dead Raphael was still here, still kicking even after the last executions failed, he hoped this one would do too. Would they even accept him? He was a demon now, cast out by god, looked down upon by the angels, all expect Aziraphale, poor Aziraphale, he never looked down upon him, only with unwanted pity and forgiveness. Aziraphale was only just a bit slow to realized they weren't just co-workers from different areas and actually friends. He was saddened by the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to see him a last time. Oh well, maybe he would be granted a last wish, he could write something to him before, well if not he would simply ask. Lucifer had been kind to him so far, mostly due to a partly reignition, he wondered how others were treated then? Seeing Satan in action of 'justice' wasn't something on his bucket list.

''Now, I don't want to torture it out of you, and I have a small feeling your too stubborn to say for now at least,'' Lucifer drawled the word small out.

Lucifer walked back up to his throne and sat down sideways again, giving off an aggressively clam vibe.

A chair appeared beside Crowley, he looked confused down at it.

''Sit,'' a voice ordered.

He sat down.

''Listen, we've been about it for a long time now and I will ask you again,'' Lucifer said patiently as he leaned forwards, ''Who. Are. You. Or should I say were.''

No answer.

Silence.

Silence.

More silence.

''Very well then.''

Lucifer stood up and walked over to Crowley stopping 3 feet in front of him, he looked down on him with a shadow on his face.

Lucifer went in front of him and knelt down and took his face in his hand turning it to the right, ''so, you do not mind me asking why you have that tattoo/mark. (what should I call it?) and why it looks so familiar.''

Crowley tried to get up but felt himself being held down by Lucifer

''I have always had it,'' Crowley said, worry creeping into his voice. It was technically the truth, he had always had the snake tattoo/mark, even before the fall, back then it was just above his corporeal body's heart and a golden colour.

''He had one as well, a snake just like you just the lines were a bit more organised and golden in colour,'' Lucifer silently said. ''How dare you pretend to look like him!'' lucifer hissed at him.

''What makes you think I am pretending?'' Crowley snapped back at him.

''You are a brave one, I admit, but saying that? Listen friend, Raphael is dead and will not return as far as anyone can tell. Look at god, she never brought him back! Did she even care for us? Her own children, was it all just lies? Did he have to die so her silly plan could work out, if he did, I do not want to be a part of that story anymore.'' Lucifer exclaimed fast.

Crowley had to admit, Lucifer did have a point in some respects, did god even care of them and were they just pawns in her story? Was all of this amusing for her, all of the suffering? Seeing it all happen and be solved in another 50 years only to return 1 later, did she really want him to fall and for what?

If he didn't fall, he wouldn't have stopped Armageddon with Aziraphale and the others, if he was still up there, he probably wouldn't give a damn about it, he really couldn't care if he didn't want to.

''Raphael?''

He was driven out of his thought by that single word, slightly tensing at it, he looked down feeling vulnerable yet again, it was happening too much, he did not want to be an open book for anyone to read.

Lucifer was mad, he was furious yet a little part of him was hopeful not that he minded that part much attention and when he probably did it would be too late but it was there and the little part had a hope that maybe his younger brother wasn't dead, but a demon instead, maybe he chose to join him instead but why did he never come to see him? Okay he was a bit closed off the first half century but still, just the mention of that name back then would have done it, right? But here he was denying the very thing he spent this day and many before mourning, wishing him to return in some form. Even if he came to him as a demon, he would be a bit surprised that god made Raphael fall, but he would help his brother no matter what and how he looked.

Blinded by guilt and anger, Lucifer snapped, 'Raphael' he said, he looked down at Crowley watching him tensing and looking downwards. Lucifer tilted his head and looked cold and curious down on him.

Suddenly Crowley felt himself being lifted off the ground and his corporeal body's throat being closed; something was pressing down on it. He couldn't move not matter how he struggled and fought back with his own powers, but he could never out match Lucifer.

Suddenly he hit the ground, did he win?

His head was forced up, looking he saw Lucifer walk at his right.

''Demon Crowley, hell have to make examples of traitors or more, I have to. You are already condemned to death by holy water but before that there is a surprise. Ever heard of 'white torture?'

''No,'' Crowley said, paling, he did know what it was and if he still knew hell, they would have a room specially for that and probably somewhere where time moved even faster than here.

''So, you do know it,'' Lucifer guessed, ''well I wouldn't be surprised for someone who was tasked being the surface dweller for a supposed eternity.'' Lucifer snapped his fingers, suddenly the door opened, and three people walked in two of whom he recognized to be Beelzebub and Hastur, but the last he had a bit of trouble with. Abaddon, it was Alastair, Alastair was rarely seen, usually in the deeper parts of hell, where he was going now. Alastair had tall sharp features and she had a big arse spider on both her shoulders, it looked like they were making a web in her dark hair. She had a plague doctors' jacket on which shielded most of her body.

''Boys,'' Alastair said, her voice sounding a sing song too sweet, two demons appeared and took a hold of Crowley.

They began dragging him out of the room followed by Abaddon and Hastur, looking back he saw Lucifer sitting on his throne with a distant look and Beelzebub standing by his side talking to him as ze was talking to an old friend.

…

As they were walking Hastur suddenly spoke to him, ''as much as I never wanted this to be your fate. You deserve something for killing Ligur,'' He said quietly, not seeming to continue a conversation.

They had been walking for a while now, down a couple of corridors and a few stairs. Crowley didn't know hell as much as he thought, this was a lot more of deep down underground for his liking.

Finally, after what felt years, they stopped in front a white door, the only door in the small, deserted corridor.

''Say your goodbye Hastur,'' a female voice said, ''he might need it,'' it giggled again.

''Bye, bye Crowley see you in a few hours or should I say years, time does move differently down here,'' Hastur said, giving a grimace of a smile and walked away.

The door opened.

Walking in he could immediately feel it, the time shift, what could be second even hours out there would be weeks and clearly months in here, he wondered If he could see Hastur Slow walking back up again.

Inside the room was an Alarmingly white corridor with white doors, it was clean looking, too clean, even clean could be too much for Crowley's standards. Looking more around he saw more demons down here, all in white clothes not making a sound, he recognized one as Paimon, he liked Paimon, he did only meet him once, only for a bit of soul business.

Suddenly he was dragged towards a white chair, pushed down so he sat down.

''Well, well, well, what should be give ya?'' Snapping her finger, Crowley's original clothes as suddenly gone replaced with a white shirt and pants plus cheap looking white shoes.

''Get up,'' Alastair said.

He took a moment, deciding to ask if he could write that letter. He opened his mouth about to ask.

Then he heard a 'no'

Sighing, he got up and sadden, followed Abaddon over to one of the white doors.

''inside,'' was all he heard before he was pushed into the white room.

As he fell, he tried to steady himself, falling on his hands as the door closed with no sound, at all, he got up and looked around and saw a white blanket laying on the floor and nothing on the walls, it was just completely white and nothing else. Deciding he did not know when he would get out, he wanted to try and sleep through most of it, he got over to the blankets and laid down on it and tried to sleep.

Nothing happened, it was as if something was blocking him from it, in these circumstances there probably was.

Sighing, he wondered what he should do now, plan his escape, try sleeping again or just walk around or talk to himself?

He wondered how long he would have his sanity in check. Deciding to still lay down, he sprawled across the floor, doing whatever you do when you're bored and want to pass time.

…

He didn't know how long he had been in the stupid room, hours? Days? Weeks? Or more, it didn't matter he still hadn't succumbed to any loss off sanity yet, or had he? It was hard remembering how he had acted before the white room, me missed colours, white was boring, annoying and mean! When he got out, if. He would never ever have anything, white ever again! The colour meant nothing to him but if Zira wanted white, he could accept it. Didn't he also have white curly hair? He did! Didn't he? It was all a bit fuzzy, some bits more than others, who... Who was Zira? It wasn't his real name, he knew that was it Zirafell? No, no, Aziraphale? Nooo, wait, it was, oh how he missed the guy, he had always been so kind to him ever since he met him around: sometime, he didn't recall at the moment.

…

Letter. What letter? Thoughts about writing a letter suddenly came to mind, he didn't remember why or who he could write to, maybe that witch friend and her boyfriend, girlfriend? And, and those who... He didn't remember! He felt himself panic and turned around in the corner he had laid himself in. He tripped on something, falling face forwards, ''Owwww,'' someone said, Crowley looked frantically around to identify the voice but found none, only himself, it must have been him, he hadn't spoken in a while now, only looked around and sat in the corner after he saw red, which he discovered was his own hair, he tried to see more of it but failed and got pain instead, a pained sound escaped his throat, he got scared again and tried to find any other presence in the room, desperately wanting someone to be there with him and yet wishing to be left alone: he screamed.

For the first time he wasn't staying quiet with an occasional sound coming through.

…

He had lost it. After what who know how long, years? He didn't care anymore; it all became dull a while ago and he began retreating into himself going through whatever memory wasn't all that fuzzy and still had meaning, it didn't matter he wasn't able to identify most of the people there, he just gave them nicknames like bow tie or purple, white wing, glitter, silver tip, glasses one and two with boys. He knew he knew them and cared for the but it was hard to care for someone who was all blurry and fuggy in your mind, but he half minded, didn't care about it and the other half panicked about it, not caring for people you know was bad. Just another reminder of what has currently happening but there he was sitting in a corner, rocking back and forth, quietly mumbling an old tune to himself, feeling strangely comforted by it, he absently minded who he had heard it from...

…

Silence. It had long since been accepted and despised by Crowley, he hated it, but he hated the fact more that no one was there or even came to visit him, why would they? Did they even care for him anymore? What about the one who created him, always silence, he just wanted an answer just like he does now, just from more people as well. Getting up from the floor, he began walking around the room, annoyingly hit himself, he was bored! Awake 24/7 would do that for you with nothing to entertain. This place was driving him mad he thought, he began laughing which turned into an insane laughing fit, collapsing in his corner again he put his head in front of his knees and began humming an old, forgotten tune that calmed him down after these stupid, stupid episodes!

He missed the outside world and how it looked, he missed the plants and the sun, oh the lovely sun, even the moon, it looked nice as well but most of all he missed home and the people there. He wanted to go home but he was not sure about where home was or who the people were, he just wanted to see a garden again.

…

He was being dragged around by someone, he did not remember when he gotten out, wait. He had gotten out! He immediately felt happy or he thought he did, but how did he get out? WHY DID EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO DISTANT.

Crowley sat in His corner head behind his knees arms full of old cuts, his mind closed, he had shielded himself from the outside world, hiding in his mind doing nothing else but staring distantly on a wall or nothing at all.

Suddenly a door that hadn't been there for a long time opened and someone walked in and began talking.

''Is he ready? Yes, yes of course he is d ready, well I'm sorry you had to wait a few hours up there, yes, I know I didn't send a message giving progress but can ya blame me? Time moves slower down here, and it has been a really long while down here, yes, we are coming up. As I say to all, be warned, they are a changed person,'' laughing. Alastair ended the wall and got two other demons in to get Crowley, having worked all the way down here, made you see a few thing and even some demons couldn't handle it but other did and eventually ignored it and made it as a regular day, which it was, there was more screams and silence combined.

Crowley didn't pay attention when they walked seemingly going on auto pilot and followed the others as much as he was pulled. Still inside his mind, he looked distant and insane which he was. Seemingly halting somewhere for a few seconds before going through a door Crowley was pushed down on a chair and sat down, still silent.

''There, you happy now?'' Alastair said.

''Yes, he is ready, execution is now, now you may go Alastair, you have done your job I this matter,'' a voice said.

Bowing, Alastair walked over to the door and exited with the two demons she brought with her.

Silence.

''Someone is quiet, aren't they?''

No answer came.

''No snaky comments either, huh?''

Still no answer came.

''Good, we don't want you to interrupt your own execution yet again, not that it looks like you can,'' the voice said amused. ''Get him. It's over now, on my command.''

Being lifted off the chair over to his end, Crowley was still calm, no fear or worry was there, he couldn't care anymore, must of what made him, him was taking away, he just wanted a bit of peace, if he deserved that, even after it all right?

''now.'' Was the last thing he really heard before he felt something pull at his mind, as if searching but unable to, was it a spell? Bit late for that, he took a closer look at it and decided to try and write the letter he had wanted to for the last uh, he tried to write something with the spell and felt it pull and then accept it, he wrote what first came to mind, he didn't really care what it was but hoped the sort message could be understood and wrote:

Zira, it's me? I'm sorry, Crowle-

All went black as he felt something pierce through his stomach, they clearly didn't have any spare holy water.

As all went black, he felt a peaceful eave come with it, he welcomed it.

''What? How? Why?!'' Someone exclaimed terrified.