A.N.:I know Supernatural's mythology has nothing to do with TVD or TO one regarding vampire but let just pretend it adds up for this story's sake. On other matter, thanks to you all for reading me I am beyond happy and grateful. More than 2000 views is something. Love and peace!
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Chapter 8: King of Hell
Crowley was stroking the armrest of his throne in Hell. 'It was good to be back' he thought while two of his minions were doing their daily reports. Against all odds, his mother –a gifted witch- and the Winchester brothers had worked together to rise him from the dead without releasing Lucifer. It was a surprise because his mother has no maternal instinct whatsoever and the brothers, well...they are hunters. Apart from their 'Better the devil you know' mantra, they shared an unhealthy relationship made of mutual interests, habituation and even gratitude under particular circumstances.
-"What about the rest of Lucifer's partisans?" He asks with a deep British voice. His human self was born in Scotland a long time ago after all.
-"Boss...you took care of them month ago. You are the sole ruler of Hell now." The demon called Mavis says hesitantly. Both were smart enough to be scared.
-"Really. Don't you have anything to confess to Father Crowley darling?" the King of Hell enquires, enjoying the situation. Mavis' eyes widen, his fear reaches another level.
-"It's true that I've been tempted by his offer but I have quickly seen the error of his way. I am loyal to you now." He admits careful not to say too much;
-"I know." Crowley states staring at the demon;
-"You know?" Mavis answers in a small voice;
-"You be stupid not to since I know what a naughty little demon you have been. But I appreciate you are trying to make amends." The King of Hell clarifies;
-"Am I ?" the demon asks again, not really understanding the situation. 'He is not very bright.' Crowley thought then went on with his mind game:
-"Yes I never believed you were brave enough to give me the name of the others, my mistake.";
-"What! You traitor!" the demon next to him exclaims as he hits him;
-"That what I thought..." Crowley trails off before he snaps his finger sending the little demon on fire. Mavis looks at him terrified so he adds "You're welcome."
'Demons are undisciplined, dishonest, narcissistic morons but they are his morons' he thought while his minions were cleaning the throne room. If you ask him they were two sorts of them: the ones focused on their survival -he had certain...tenderness for them- and the fanatic type like Lucifer's partisans. These demons did not understand how much the angel despised them but it was not his case, well, not too much. He just liked to outsmart them; even if since he came back, it had lost some of its appeal. Yes, Lucifer created them in the first place but that did not prevent from hating...ask his mother about it...And for a long time he thought that all demons had lost their soul, they were spirits jumping from a human suits to another but he had been wrong. Indeed, they were demonic creatures who fell in a different category. Let's say they are incarnate demons. On the matter, in antiquity times, a coven of witches supported by human had the brilliant idea to create annoying, clueless, righteous little angels. They thought that the celestial creatures were the answer to their demons problem. Indeed, angels are disciplined, loyal –almost brain washed-, powerful and hard to kill: the perfect army –minus a few things of course- even he, had to admit. Obviously they failed, only God could create such beeing. They end up with hybrid creatures closer to incarnate demons than angels, thought they did fulfil their task at some point. Human called them Claymore but he knew from good source that they hated the nickname. Crowley's reflexion on demons was interrupted by his buzzing phone.
"Georges: Same place, same hour?" 'Ah! My little dirty secret' he thought pleased;
"Crowley: Of course. My word is my bond." The Kings of Hell texts back happily;
"Georges: Perhaps in some wicked way..." the mysterious interlocutor responds;
"Crowley: Pleasure doing business with you." Crowley comments finally, a smile still on his face;
"Georges: Don't be late." was the final answer.
Ending song: The pretty reckless – take me down