The song here is "Fury Oh Fury" by Nico Vega

Fury Oh Fury

She was able to find them without much difficulty and when she threw that door open; only one seemed a little disturbed and it was the right one. She was furious and she was glad that the demon took notice.

Clara slammed the door behind her and stepped in, staring at the demon that was on the cold metal slab in the center of the room. Nikolai was at the counter to her left, preparing all the fun sharp weapons of mass destruction and more. The demon was strapped down tightly and couldn't move a muscle.

Exactly how she liked him.

"So, demon, threatening my family, I hear." She said as she approached him slowly, rage burning in her eyes despite her calm demeanor. She stood tall with her chin up high like a powerful Queen; quite the intimidating image.

"You –" he began, but she simply snapped her fingers and he was choking, turning red in the face.

"I didn't say you get to talk." She said and she placed a finger on his forehead and his eyes turned black and then a striking light illuminated within his vessel like lightening. When Nikolai turned and watched, his eyes widened as he realized she was on the verge of killing the demon with just one pretty manicured finger.

"Clara…?" Nikolai asked softly, as if he was hoping that she'd reconsider killing this demon.

"I'm not going to kill him." she said, and then after a few seconds, removed her finger. The demon also stopped choking and he looked at her with horror on his face. "Just reminding him of who he just threatened." She said and gave her most dark smile as she continued to stand in place.

Nikolai stepped up wearing an apron, holding a scalpel and a box of salt. He looked down at the demon and also gave a dark smile.

"Shall we start?" he asked, but at that moment, the door opened and Crowley walked in with a cold expression on his face. Like Clara, he was enraged, despite his bitter calm demeanor.

When he stood next to Clara, she glanced at him and arched her eyebrow.

"She's with Nerilla and Nikolai." He said knowing she would inquire about their daughter. Then, they both looked at Nikolai with blank expressions, soon to question why he was still there.

Nikolai glanced down at the demon and gave a mock saddened smile as he set down the scalpel and the box of salt.

"We won't get to have fun, but there's always next time. Don't worry, you're in for a real treat." He said and removed the apron, leaving the room and heading back to the mansion to help Nerilla in protecting Keara.

The King and Queen glared down at the demon in eerily silence. However, the demon didn't really feel frightened anymore and let out a sharp laugh.

"Looks like Cowboy's more useful these days as a babysitter." He said and laughed harder as he looked at Crowley. It was confirmed then that the problem really was with the King of Hell. The demons didn't respect him or fear him. "And I'm wondering if you can upstage your wife." He said and laid still on the cold metal slab, grinning at Crowley.

"My Queen may have great skills, no doubt, but I have the touch, you filth." He said and Clara turned away and returned with the apron, handing it to Crowley and tying it in the back for him.

The demon laughed, as if the idea of Crowley torturing him amused him.

Clara stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, watching the demon with a spark of anger in her eyes. Crowley was ready and once he begun, Clara watched with a stone expression. She would have unleashed her power on the demon, but Crowley was right; this was about him, so only he could inflict the pain and ask the questions.

At first, it was just torture, like Crowley was having fun slicing up this demon just to past the time. He cut into the skin with the scalpel and made perfect rectangles where he peeled the skin back and then poured the salt into the flesh. He just flipped the piece of skin back and repeated this procedure a couple of times.

The demon screamed as the skin was being peeled and as the salt burned. He glared at Crowley who walked to the counter and pulled a small table next to the metal slab. Crowley grabbed a pole with a hook from the corner of the room and placed it next to the table. From that table he lifted up a bag of clear liquid and hung it up on the hook of that pole. There was a long tube running from that bag and it lead to a long needle that Crowley placed into the vein in that demon's hand.

It was intravenous, but what was the liquid? Once the demon began to scream and curse, Clara knew then that it was Holy water, coursing through his veins throughout his vessel. That was worse than salt in fresh wounds.

Still, Crowley didn't ask any questions, but Clara knew he was clever. He had this all planned out, so all she had to do was watch the demon balance on the brink of death.

Crowley went to the other side of the demon and began cutting into his arm, right down to the bone, even cutting into the bone, and pouring salt into the wound.

Salt, Holy water and cutting flesh; creative and effective, but it was only the beginning.