The song here is "Absolution" by the Pretty Reckless

Absolution

Clara closed her eyes and laid back down in her bed. Crowley had left to fulfill her wish and like a dream, she could see blurred images and she knew she was seeing through the eyes of her Hellhound Ginger.

Countless Hellhounds were gathered in the shadows surrounding that long and dark corridor. They were waiting with baited breath for her mother to step out. They growled and snarled, but surprisingly, they did not attack each other like the enraged beasts usually did. They're eyes were sharp and cold: this is what they were bred for.

When a weak whimper escaped the corridor, the Hellhounds fell silent. Then, her mother emerged and was shaking as she looked around with terror in her eyes. If she was terrified now, she was in for a shock.

She took one more step forward, and then Ginger let out a deep and sickening snarl that echoed and made Clara's mother freeze in place. Then, it seemed her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she now realized what she was facing: a pack of Hellhounds.

They herded her to the left and once she stepped foot into the corridor there, Ginger was the first to leap forward in a sprint. Her mother ran fast enough for an old soul, but the Hellhounds were always behind her, trying to nip her heels. They could have snatched her into their jaws, but this was a playful hunt. Her mother's screams blended with the howls of the Hellhounds. And the closest one would strike and graze its fangs on her legs if she was about to turn down the wrong corridor.

As Clara knew well, Hell was endless corridors and she couldn't help but smile and giggle as she watched her mother run from the jaws of the Hellhounds. Apparently, her daughter stirred with excitement as well.

As she finally watched her mother crawl out of Hell, she gritted her teeth in a twisted smile and could feel that hunger within Ginger. Just as her mother's foot was the last thing they could see, Clara felt herself lunge forward and at that very second, Ginger did the same and clamped her jaws around her mother's foot and snarled as she screamed out in pain.

Then she released her grip and her mother was finally out of Hell.

Clara opened her eyes and let out a dark laugh and met the dark eyes of her loving King of Hell who sat in the chair by their bed. The grin on his face was full of pleasure and pride. Clara pushed herself into a sitting position and brushed her hair back neatly with a sweet smile.

"Never had I see a demon control a Hellhound, let alone at such distance." He said and Clara's smile faded slightly, thinking back to when she lunged forward and felt Ginger do the same. Was that what she did? "You are stunningly beautiful, my dear Queen." He said with admiration and she grinned darkly at him as he approached her. She thought for sure, at some point, he'd be jealous of her limitless power. Instead, he showed deep pride.

He leaned in and kissed her hard and passionately for a brief moment, then broke their kiss and sat on the edge of the bed, only to lean in again to continue their kiss. Clara wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down as she laid back.

He pushed on the bed, breaking their kiss once again and hovered over her, his eyes dancing with darkness as he stared at her.

"Such an insatiable appetite, Darling." He said softly and Clara giggled darkly. "A ravenous Queen of Hell with voracious beauty and power." he added and she laughed again, taking notice that those compliments were simply synonyms, however still very pleasant to hear.

"What?" she finally asked with seduction in her voice as she stroked Crowley's face. "Don't you want to feel my skin on yours?" she asked and licked her lips. "Afraid my greed for you will consume you?" she asked, as a small growl erupted from her throat. She grinned and wrapped a leg around Crowley's waist.

He glanced down and placed a hand on her thigh, as if tempted. When he met her eyes, he grinned at the seduction in her eyes.

"What of our daughter?" he asked and, ignoring her question. Clara narrowed her eyes and let out another growl.

"Worry about what I'll do to you if you deny me." she said and Crowley couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Is that a threat?" he asked with a grin and she matched his with her own. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, gripping her thigh hard, making her growl louder, the darkness in her eyes shimmer.

He leaned back, as if teasing her with kisses and placed a hand on her stomach, sensing his daughter stirring inside as if she was entranced by having her parents so close together. When he lifted his eyes up to Clara, she maintained her grin. Only this once will she let him escape her hunger for flesh, only because she wanted to discuss the name she chose for their daughter.

"Her name will be Keara." She said and he grinned darkly.

"I'm glad to see that at least one of my suggested names has pleased you." He said and began pulling away, only to lean in to her stomach and talk softly. "Hello, my Princess, my Keara." He said and Clara giggled softly, feeling her daughter falling asleep as if her father's voice was a soothing lullaby. "Welcome to Hell."