Chapter 17: Not a chair, a throne

Throne room, Hell

Crowley's face darkened as his mother was approaching. She gestured the two demons that were closely following her to move forward with their burden. The minions looked at each in fear, not knowing what to do as they were caught between their King wrath and his mother strong will. Rowena was a petite woman though with red head and a youthful pale skin -artificially preserved by her magic- but she could certainly stand for herself.

-"What is this Mother?" Crowley shouts pointing the offending object out;

-"This Fergus, is the solution to all your troubles. Don't you think I haven't notice? All you do is torture hell's souls, kill traitors and wander in the halls of our Kingdom. You don't even go in the living word anymore! A mother sees that sort of things. " Rowena responds with her heavy Scottish accent fill with what felt like false concern to him. The King of Hell didn't reply right away, he wasn't ready for his mother to know the reason of his foul mood but he ultimately estimated that she knew nothing.

-"Again with the maternal instinct, I thought we had established you have none? And it's my Kingdom." Crowley finally answers rolling his eyes;

-"I brought you back, isn't that an enough proof of motherly love?" the wicked witch responds her voice shrilling;

-"To hang it over my head every time things don't go your way like a bloody sword of Damocles!" The King replies forcefully;

-"Fergus, ..." Rowena begins;

-"Crowley." The King rectifies. He hated his first name and his mother knew it very well although, he liked Roderick, his middle name much more or even Crowley the name he had chosen as he had became a demon.

-"Crowley, Lucifer's partisans are like weeds, burn them, pull them of and they just grow further away." The mother of the King points out;

-"I fell to see how a chair is going to help with that?" her son says smugly. Frightened, the demons mignons had already scarpered, living the furniture behind.

-"Not a chair a throne. They are fanatic, impressed by the all wings, glowing powers, legitimacy and miracle child package. You know that more than anyone. " Rowena reasons. She understood her son enough to know that she had his attention by now.

Two days later, Mikaelson's Mansion, New Orleans

-"The Mikaelson...Pleasure, etcetera." Crowley greets while Keelin is rolling her eyes. Yes, she was married to a Mikaelson but she still had an identity on her own, 'thanks you very much!' she thought irritated.

-"Mister Crowley and..." Freya Mikaelson says as she didn't know the name of the King of Hell's companion which arm was safely clasped around his own. Out of option, they had reached down to demons, it wasn't their first time resuscitating people but nothing seemed to work - thanked to the state of the Other Side certainly-.

-"Tara." The dark haired demon informs mincing. She looked like a pop star with her tanned skin, false lashes, lip-gloss and tiny golden dress...'or a high class hooker.' Miria thought arching an eyebrow. She shook her head, 'no, she will not be that kind of women, jealous and bitter until the end.' Surely, this was his plan from the beginning, but she had no energy or time to waste as she had to think of Claire's interest. And she believed that being there surrounding by Mikaelson was for the best considering their history.

-"Tara." Freya acknowledges the she-devil;

-"It is Your Highness for you darling." Crowley rectifies: perhaps his mother was right, decorum was essential. Then he says to his ex lover without even a glance in her direction. : "You did well little demon, leave us now." Miria glared at him but complied, she couldn't defy him in front of another demon without exposing the special relationship they shared...and he knew it very well. He outsmarted her and she did not see it coming! So she flashed to her car parked in the Mikaelson's courtyard and purposely knocked some furniture on her way out to show her displeasure. She opened her car door and finally drove away.

A few minutes later, inside the Mikaelson's Mansion, New Orleans

-"What do you think Tara?" The King of Hell turns to his companion;

-"I believe they are a little too disrespectful for my taste My King..." the demon responds with mirth in her eyes;

-"What a coincidence, I think that too! That our final offer take it or leave it darlings. You came to us not the other way around. Keep acting like we are at your service and you will be left alone with your family drama." Crowley says dangerously;

-"Thanks you but a life of servitude to your benefit seems a price to high to pay." Rebeka responds defiantly. She had enough of these Kings and their 'what I say goes' attitudes. Moreover she was a Mikaelson she did not bend knees willingly.

-"Rebeka!" her elder sister warns. They had the chance to bring their brothers back, they couldn't lose it due to Rebeka's ego. Also as a witch she could sense his power somewhat and it was huge so she tried to limit the damage: "Don't listen to my sister, we can find a common ground I..."

-"Wait...I realise I don't give a damn. Good luck with the issue at hand lovelies." The King of Hell replies before snapping his finger. Freya screamed in frustration, smashing several objects against the wall of the mansion with her power while Rebeka stared absent-minded at the empty spot where the demons stood seconds before. Little did they know that Crowley had a plan to benefit twice from the current situation.

One hour later, inside Miria's apartment, Bâton Rouge

'I should I've know' Miria thought as she found Roderick sitting lazily on her banquette a glass of alcohol in one hand, an expensive whiskey in the other. It was one of the bottle she had kept in her apartment for him when they were still...whatever.

-"You realise I have no reason to be here and help Miria." He states with a seriousness that she was not use to hear in his voice;

-"I know but still you are here." Miria observes hopefully. Really, she had no intention to use his feelings against him in order to get her comrades back but she was so heartbroken and hopeless...she felt like she had abandon Claire to her fate...So she had called him to secure a contract for herself and give the Mikaelson the opportunity to do the same. After all without them, she would not know about this, not right away at least. Indeed, Claire had left some times ago, not wanting to live a supernatural life anymore and she had forbidden Helen to contact her after that, so much she had felt hurt by her departure. Now she was paying it all.

-"I have a deal for you." Crowley begins and Miria felt relieve for a split second until it all crashed down.

Ending Song: The Brother Bright – Me and Mine

AN: I know, it's been a long time and it's a small piece but I have a lot on my plate these days... In the next chapter or perhaps in chapter 19 Crowley and Klaus will meet and I am very excited about that! Peace and Love!

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