The song here is "Pretty Face" by Sóley

Pretty Face

What that demon said disturbed him, but he wouldn't be able to tell Crowley now. It would have to wait after little Keara is in bed and he was dreading to report it; Crowley won't like what he has to say. Then, once Clara hears about it, both will be as harsh as Teddy, wanting to protect Keara against whatever they'll be facing. That'll make his job harder; Nikolai do this, Nikolai do that…

But he wouldn't say it out loud.

Things were perfect! They were all happy and Hell was booming like usual. There was no word from the peanut gallery known as the Winchesters and the Cromwells and the angels were silent as the grave. Now… something was just beyond the horizon and was about to ruin their happy ending.

This bothered Nikolai as he walked back to the mansion and once the front doors opened, little Keara rushed to him and gripped his hand, virtually dragging him through the place to the dining room. He had to let this problem go for now and focus on the dinner.

She took her seat and beside her was an empty chair that was supposed to be set across from her. She tapped it with a sweet smile, inviting him to sit next to her. Like he had a choice. Fortunately, he liked hanging out with her.

Crowley and Clara entered the dining room and placed platters of food onto the table. It smelled really good and little Keara was clapping her hands, almost jumping in her chair.

"Mac and cheese?" she asked and Clara grinned at her.

"We had that last night." Clara said and now it was her daughter who grinned.

"Alfredo Mac and cheese?" she asked and now Clara frowned playfully.

"Alright," Crowley said as he took his seat. Both him and Clara sat at the ends of the table, looking at their daughter. "Princess, grace please." He said, only because it was important to Clara that she learn good manners, and Keara smiled sweetly. She sat there with her hands folded together on the table. If it wasn't for her being a Cambion, she'd look like a little angel.

"God bless Hell." She said, losing her sweetness, and immediately went to grab the plates of food in front of her.

Clara frowned at Crowley who just smiled darkly with pride in his eyes.

"I liked it." he said and she sighed with a slight grin as if she couldn't disagree, then got up to help her daughter by serving her a healthy portion of each dish. The last time Keara tried to serve herself, she nearly pigged out, making herself sick.

"More." Keara would say, but when her mother frowned with a spark of annoyance in her eyes, little Keara looked down at her plate and remained silent. "Thank you, Mother." She would say and Clara would glance at Crowley who was grinning.

"You're encouraging her." she said and he lifted up his hands in defense.

"She's her mother's daughter." He said and Clara just glared at him. Keara watched the interaction her parents were having and glanced at Nikolai with a grin very much like that of her father. It was almost as if she liked watching her parents bicker.

Nikolai frowned playfully and shook his head, as to tell her to just ignore it and eat her dinner.

Clara sat down once Keara was taken care of and they ate in silence. Nikolai found it odd for him and Crowley to be eating as well, but little Keara didn't understand why her and Clara were the only ones in Hell that had to eat, let alone sleep. So, to avoid a big argument with his daughter, Crowley decided to just eat as well and like Hell Nikolai wasn't joining in on the fun.

"So, what was the fuss?" Crowley asked Nikolai and before his Knight could open his mouth, Keara and Clara shot Crowley cold glares.

"Daddy!" little Keara snapped.

"We said no business at the table, Dear." Clara said and Crowley just rolled his eyes and met the cold eyes of his Queen. Nikolai, on the other hand, just kept eating.

"Old habits don't die, Darling." He replied and the two just stared at each other for a few seconds. Clara continued eating as Crowley just smiled at his daughter. She stared at him, as if to see if he'd behave himself and then grinned. A second later, she cleaned off her plate. She had the appetite of a Hellhound!

She pushed back her chair and was about to slid off, when she met her mother's cold stare.

"May I be excused, Mother?" she asked and Clara's stare narrowed slightly, as if not appreciating the sarcasm behind the use of 'Mother'. "Please, Mommy?" she asked more sweetly and Clara nodded.

She slid off her chair and glanced at Nikolai.

"Gonna come play later?" she asked and he sighed.

"Not another tea party." He replied and she sighed with a grin as she rolled her eyes.

"Didn't hear you complain last time." she said and titled her head as she looked at him. They stared at each other, as if trying to make the other buckle under pressure. When she placed her little hands on her hips, Nikolai sighed and broke eye contact.

"Fine." He said and she giggled lightly as she walked out of the dining room and then skipped down the corridors, humming a song.

When Nikolai glanced at Crowley, he frowned at his King's smirk.

"Tea party?" Crowley asked and Nikolai grunted.

"It's either that or we play 'Dressup'." Nikolai said and his frown deepened as Crowley chuckled.

"I think Keara inherited my skill for torture." Crowley said as he met Clara's eyes and she couldn't help but smirk as well. Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest and glared at both, not appreciating that they were enjoying his misery.

"Oh, he secretly likes it." Clara said and Crowley gave another chuckle. But, she then looked at Nikolai and smiled sweetly. "You're doing good." She said and Nikolai grunted and was about to continue eating, when he realized he didn't have to.

He stood up and excused himself. Also something he didn't have to do, but it was a habit; being a role-model for Keara, showing her that it was important to respect your parents' rules.

Now it was off to another fucking tea party. Oh joy.