AN: Y'all are so sweet! No, I didn't forget about the story, I just had no idea what to do with it. I had a vague plan, but putting it into action just wasn't working. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish it soon and maybe pick it up if there's a season 2. Let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

XIV

His heart was in his throat. It might have been a small, black, anemic thing, but it seemed large enough to choke him. Panic rose within Crowley the longer the sirens blared. He knew deep down that Beelzebub had chosen to make its move, to unleash the creatures it made using Lilith's blood. The Lord of Hell was a predictable sort, which Crowley both welcomed and lamented.

Crowley looked to Aziraphale, the angel still wearing his face as he cradled the little human child. It was strange to see his face reflecting such fear. Crowley turned his attention back to Lilith. She hadn't moved for some time, unable to do much beyond blinking. He knew what he had to do, what he had to give, in order for her to heal, but it worried him. Unleashing that much demonic energy on anything other than a Fallen was risky. The trouble was he didn't have time to think on it.

"Crowley," Aziraphale said in a panicked voice.

"Right." Crowley lifted Lilith into his arms and stood. "We need to get out of here."

"And go where?"

His mind raced, swarming with a thousand thoughts. They needed to save the child, to get out of Hell without being seen and resuscitate Lilith. They needed to stop the untold number of demons who were on their way to the surface and the creatures with them. They needed to do so much and it fell to his shoulders to solve everything.

First things first, they needed to get out of Hell, especially the basement.

"Follow me," he said.

Cradling her close, he led the way. Hell was a labyrinth, however, winding tunnel after winding tunnel meant to confuse and frustrate. He knew his way through it, at least for the most part. They needed to find somewhere to hide, somewhere away from the hordes of demons who wanted his and Aziraphale's heads, and who wanted to keep Lilith in a cell.

Roars, grumbles and shouts echoed from somewhere up ahead. Unwilling to find out what it might be, Crowley ducked into a room. He noticed Aziraphale twitch at the sight of it. There appeared to be something about the stark walls, the large window and the random claw foot tub that the angel found unsettling.

Crowley set Lilith down on one of the many stone platform-like steps. She hadn't moved. In fact, she looked worse. At the very least, her eyes were no longer opened. He knew that if he had the chance to bring her back, he would have to do it soon or risk her dying.

A shard of ice embedded itself in his chest. He didn't want to think about Lilith dying, ever.

"Take the girl topside," he told Aziraphale.

"What? No." He remained panicked. "I'm not leaving the two of you alone in here."

He didn't have the time to argue. "Then shield her. This isn't going to be pretty."

"Oh, my," he mumbled.

Aziraphale wisely wrapped the little girl in a glow of angelic power. Sure that at least someone was protected as she could be, Crowley turned his attention back to Lilith.

"Lilith," he whispered, gently tapping her cheek. Her eyes fluttered but she didn't seem capable of opening them completely. "Lilith, open your eyes."

She didn't. He assumed she couldn't. Crowley adjusted her, placing her in his lap and her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, and placing his cheek to hers.

His demonic power encompassed them within seconds, engulfing them fully and completely in its unholy embrace and pulling them out of the plane. Within a blink, he and Lilith stood alone, surrounded by nothingness. There was no sky, no ground and no horizon, just white void.

She looked better than before, though he could see her deteriorating. She seemed confused, which he expected entirely.

"Where am I?" she asked, her gaze landing on him.

"Safe," he said.

"Am I dead?"

"What? No." He shook his head.

"What's happening?"

Crowley gave her a very brisk, very pointed rundown, knowing they didn't have long to linger.

Eyes wide, she blinked at him a few times. "You can't heal me."

"Why not?"

"I've no idea what that sort of demonic energy'll do to me."

"You're dying," Crowley said sharply. "We're in the fifth circle of Hell, and they've unleashed your children. We don't have time to argue this."

She shifted and squirmed, thinking over something he couldn't hear, rolling it around inside her head before she turned her gaze to him.

"Okay," she muttered. "But, you have to promise me something."

He gave a noncommittal sound and shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what she expected him to say.

"Keep the others safe," she said. "You, Aziraphale and Esther, you need to stay away from me. I don't know what'll happen."

He agreed and offered his hand, which Lilith took. Crowley brought her to his chest and hugged her tight. He'd never given his demonic essence to anyone before. He didn't like demons enough, it would burn an angel, and it'd kill a human. Besides, it was a rather intimate thing, to share one's self, but he knew she'd die without it.

Crowley closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against hers. After a deep breath, he poured his energy into her, snapping them both back into reality. The sirens, the flashing lights and the droves of demons fell to the background as Lilith seized in his arms. Her head flew back, her eyes wide and her mouth opened into a phantom scream. It was haunting.

She began to writhe within his arms, to squirm and shift. When she suddenly wrenched to the side, Lilith fell from Crowley's lap. She landed on her hands and knees, panting heavily, but it sounded wrong. It was deep, raspy and resembled that of a lion's.

Without warning, her shoulder popped, her arm jerking at an unnatural angle. The sound of snapping bones caused Aziraphale to grimace. Her other arm soon did the same. She was twisting in unnatural ways as his demonic energy swam within her body.

Crowley could see the evil rolling off of her, see the demon inside scratching at the surface. He knew that at any second the monster, the real monster, would rip through her skin. They didn't have to wait long for it to happen.

An unnatural, sickly gray color swept across her skin, infecting it. Her fingers elongated, her nails growing and sharpening to points. She clenched her fist and dragged them along the concrete, gouging chunks out of it as she did.

She continued to twist and jerk from side to side, her body changing with each passing second.

A tail, of all things, emerged suddenly from beneath her dress. It swept across the area forcing Crowley and Aziraphale to leap back. Black protrusions pierced her scalp. Four in total appeared, growing and growing. Two thick spirals coiled and curled into large circles on the side of her head much like a ram. The second two swooped back over the first creating two pairs of horrendous horns. Her ears pointed, her features turned gaunt.

Lilith threw her head back letting loose a horrific roar that sounded neither human nor demon. The transformation seemed complete.

Slowly, she rose to her feet. No, not feet. Those had gone, replaced with goat's hooves, the pitch-black fur only fading mid-thigh.

Standing inches taller than before, now equal to Crowley, he could see the red of her eyes glowed abnormally bright and they were set to him. She'd become haunting, exactly what one might think the Mother of Monsters may look like. The sweeping of a forked, reptilian tongue across her black lips didn't help things, either.

Saying nothing, Lilith stomped a cloven hoof. The echo had no time to settle before the world around them changed. No longer hidden within the depths of Hell, they appeared in the center of a familiar place: Tadfield Air Base.

"What the Heaven are we doing here?" Crowley muttered in surprise.

Lilith remained silent, but motioned behind them. The two celestials turned and spotted Lord Beelzebub standing fifty yards away near an open sore torn through the asphalt. Demons clawed their way out of it, disappearing in all directions and bounding over the bodies of many soldiers. Some held thick chains that secured horrific beasts to them. Crowley knew without asking that those must have been the monsters they'd created.

The she-demon headed for them without fear, without reservation, and Crowley didn't stop her. He could if he wanted to, but that was the thing, wasn't it? He didn't want to. Unlike him or Aziraphale, Lilith wasn't bound by their rules. Being neither Angel nor Fallen, he assumed she could do as she liked so long as she didn't interfere with Satan or God themselves.

Crowley and Aziraphale, the angel back to himself, remained behind. They followed, though, sure to keep a good distance between them. Perhaps half the expanse closed, Beelzebub finally noticed. Crowley saw the demon lord flinch.

"Lilith," it hissed. "What are you-"

"My children will fight for Hell no more."

Lilith's voice echoed. It had become ethereal and haunting, a terrifying sound that was so frightening because of its otherworldliness. She didn't have to shout or scream to unsettle those around her.

"You have no power to-"

But again, Beelzebub wasn't given the chance to finish its statement. Lilith raised her hoof again and slammed it against the asphalt. The vibration of it railed through Crowley's body in spite of the distance between them. However, the reaction to such a simple thing surprised him more.

Every creepy crawly, every monster that he could see biting, snapping, howling to be let loose and cause havoc, stopped. They became statues and a briefest second later, their heads snapped in her direction. Another stomp and they rushed for her, yanking their Fallen handlers down with them and dragging them behind.

The sight of so many creatures, unnatural in their appearance, racing for Lilith caused very real panic to bubble within Crowley for just a second. He had to remind himself that they wouldn't harm her.

"Oh, dear," Aziraphale mumbled. "Crowley, look."

He guided the Fallen's attention elsewhere. Through the trees that lined the buildings and across more than an acre of blacktop, Crowley saw even more monsters rushing toward Lilith. They seemed to have heard her call and were on their way to answer their mother. His brows rose at the sight.

"What are you doing?" Beelzebub demanded to know.

She didn't reply. Within seconds, thirteen beasts surrounded them in a large circle. Beelzebub's eyes were wide, its head snapping from side to side to keep the creatures in its sight.

The demons stood there, unsure of what to do. No matter how the tried to prod the animals (at least those willing to prod) they became annoyed that nothing had affect. They mumbled to one another, asked their leader what they were meant to do. The air had gone disturbingly stale until-

"Kill," she said.

What followed was without description. Teeth and claws descended on the demons. It became a bloodbath, a horrific display of brutality and violence. Crowley watched with brows high in shock. Aziraphale and turned his back and shielded himself as well as Esther the best he could manage.

Columns of Hellfire would appear and vanish. Horrible screams and roars and whimpers in pain filled the air. The Fallen attempted to protect themselves, but the monsters were persistent and not many of the demons had high standing. They weren't as old or as strong as Crowley, so their discorporation came easily.

No one knew when Beelzebub had vanished, but the demon lord was gone when the fighting ended moments after it'd begun. Most of the monsters had been killed in the skirmish. They might have been able to slaughter humans with ease, but Lilith hadn't unleashed them on any of those.

When the fighting had ended, the monsters stalked toward Lilith. They surrounded her, their heads down and viscera staining their maws. She doesn't shy away and instead touchd each of them kindly.

Crowley forced himself to step closer. "Lilith," he said somberly.

She turned and glanced at him over her shoulder.

"It's over," he said. "Let's go."

He wasn't certain he heard it at first, but when she turned and gave him her full attention, he knew the laughter had been real. She giggled at him, her lips pulled back over sharp, glistening teeth. The sound sent a shiver down him spine.

"No, no, no, Crowley." She tenderly placed her hand on the head of a beast who nuzzled her waist. It had a skull for a head, a bloodied, naked skull and a massive black body. "I'm far from finished with Hell."

Fear swept through him. He knew what she wanted to do.

"Lilith, you can't-"

But she'd gone before he could stop her. Fueled by the power he'd given her, Lilith blinked out of sight in an instant, taking her many remaining children with her.

Crowley let loose a loud, angry roar. How could she be so stupid? How could she go after Hell?