The song here is "Words as Weapons" by Seether
Words as Weapons
Crowley searched his repertoire of spells and potions in the office, just by the fireplace behind his desk. Unfortunately, it was curses and Hell related sigils. There was nothing that could take away Clara's pain without causing his daughter any.
He thought of all the contacts he knew that dealt with magic of any kind, but none could help. He practically needed someone squeaky clean like an angel. There was no way Crowley was going to allow an angel to touch his pregnant Queen, but he had to find something and fast.
The pain Clara had experienced alarmed him and he knew this couldn't be healthy. He feared that something would happen to both his Queen and daughter and he couldn't allow that. Crowley, King of Hell, was powerful and ruthless. There was nothing he couldn't do. He would be damned that he couldn't protect both his Queen and daughter.
Since he had nothing so far, he thought of something that was almost forgotten in Hell: Clara's mother.
It seemed all Clara was going to do is leave her mother to rot in the darkest and quietest place in Hell, deep and far away from any light of day. He was certain she'd torture her or something, but now doubted it. He didn't want to ask questions, especially with Clara in her present state.
Now, he thought the old hag could be of some use. He could ask her about when she was pregnant with Clara and compare notes. If he was right, then he'd get Nikolai and Nerilla to help him locate a spell, a potion, something to help ease Clara's suffering without harming his daughter.
Crowley walked to the deepest and darkest pits of Hell and stopped at the long end of the corridor where the cells were dark and cold. When he peered inside, she was sitting in the corner with her legs up under her chin and she trembled as she whimpered like an injured animal.
"Please stop that insupportable noise." He said with his usual cold expression that went along with a spark of sarcasm in his eyes. The old woman stopped, but lifted up her boney chin and glared at him, as if she still had a hint of dignity in her. Then his lips twitched into a grin. "Clara ages well, must get that from her father." He added, laughing at her expense of her soul appearing to be nothing but skin and bones.
"Be gone, demon." she said with venom in her voice. Crowley's grin widened darkly. Was he supposed to be offended? He was a demon and damned proud of it. "I have nothing to say to you." She added and Crowley placed his hands in his pockets as he smirked at her.
"I highly doubt that." He replied and caught her attention. "I'm your daughter's lover." He added and the old woman quickly got up and threw herself at the bars of her cell, wrapping her fingers around them and curling back her lips, snarling, like a wild animal in a cage.
"To Hell with the both of you!" she snapped and Crowley couldn't resist a slight chuckle.
"Where do you think you are?" he asked her and watched as rage danced in her eyes. "The very best for you." He said jokingly, only she wasn't laughing.
"The worst." She snarled. "My daughter couldn't let me die in peace. She couldn't give me the Heaven I deserved." She added and Crowley let out another slight chuckle.
"Is that it?" he asked her. "Yes, the 'mother of the year' award goes to you." He added and smirked at the rage burning in her eyes. If looks could kill… if it were possible, she would have loved to have tried.
"I did my best for her and what did I get?" she asked and looked away, looked at the darkness around her. "She tormented me. She never inflicted pain on me, but she'd do things that others would blame me for." She added and Crowley grinned. That was his Clara.
When Mrs. Hanningen met his eyes, her glare turned icy cold as she noticed his grin.
"You have no idea what she has done to me." she said and his grin grew wider.
"Actually, I do." he said and let his pride show in his eyes as well as his smile. "What I don't, but would like to, is how she came to the world." he said and he watched her clueless stare directed at him.
"Complete misery." She snarled a few seconds after. "Real Hell." She said and Crowley only smirked, like it was a compliment. "I suffered. Agonizing pain that only got worst. When she was born, I thought I was going to die." She said and Crowley watched her eyes burning with rage. She meant every word.
And he was right. The pain Clara was experiencing was only going to get worst.
"I should have killed myself when I had the chance." She said and Crowley continued to stare at her in silence. He was about to walk away, but this had peaked his curiosity. "I'll never understand what my mother saw in that monster I gave birth to." She said and Crowley flicked his fingers and tossed her back into her corner.
Then he walked away, leaving her snarling like a caged beast.
He would have stayed and chatted a bit more, for fun, but he had a suffering Queen who needed him to find something to ease her pain.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but compare something else… the fact that both him and Clara had horrible mothers that didn't love them. Perhaps it's no coincidence that they found each other.