The song here is "Mr. Crowley" by Ozzy Osbourne

Mr. Crowley

When the demon's screams began to sound more like wounded cries, Crowley then began asking questions. The demon was so weak, but he still refused to give in. He chuckled weakly at Crowley and threw insults in his face.

"What rebellion is brewing behind my back?" Crowley asked and the demon snickered and sneered. "Speak, you little twerp." He added, nearly like a hiss. Crowley wasn't getting frustrated, but he was being intimidating. Although, the demon didn't think so.

"Out of the two of us, you're the weakest." He said and laughed as much as he could, which wounded like wheezing. "What was the last greatest thing you've done? Scheming with the Winchesters to kill Lucifer? Playing keep-away with the demon tablet? Killing the prophet, Kevin? Getting high on human blood?" he asked and laughed again. Clearly, he didn't think his King had done anything great. "So weak you had to get someone stronger than yourself to rule Hell with you, afraid we'd kill you faster than you can say 'Long live the King'." He concluded with a harsh laugh and he titled his head and sneered at Clara.

Crowley didn't move a muscle or say a word, but asked the question once again. The demon laughed and continued insulting.

"The great Cambion Queen, stuck with an impotent demon King. Did she ever get the short end of the stick. And I'm not taking about a stick, if you catch my drift." He said and snickered, despite the pain of Holy water in his veins. By now, it was like he was burning from the inside out.

Clara expected Crowley to glance at her, but he didn't move. Perhaps he wasn't easily insulted, but Clara thought for sure that it would sting. A half-demon was stronger than the demon who just so happened to be King of Hell. Even if he loved her beyond measure, it had to sting, especially when a little piece of shit throws it in his face.

"She deserved to be with someone greater." The demon said with a serious tone of voice, staring at Crowley. The silence stretched on and the two just stared at each other.

"And who would that be?" Crowley asked and the demon curled his lips into a dark smile.

Clara began thinking and eliminating Crowley and Nikolai, knowing that this demon didn't like either of them. What was odd was that the demons seem to really like her. They liked a half-demon? Shouldn't they want her gone too?

"Lucifer." The demon whispered slowly like the name was pure ecstasy. Then, he laughed in such a creepy manner that it sent a shiver down her spine. The demons wanted Lucifer and her to rule Hell? They've gone mad!

"Remind me what Hell was like when Lucifer was in his cage." Crowley said and the demon just grinned at him. "It was unorganized chaos. Everyone hated Hell, even the ones that called it home. And all the demons running amuck, obeying no decree but their own and your precious Lucifer, need I jog your memory, hated us all." Crowley added and then the demon chuckled darkly. "I assume you're intelligent enough to imagine what Hell would be like with Lucifer out of his cage." He concluded.

"He created us." He said, but Crowley was quick to wipe that grin off that demon's face.

"He was a fallen angel. He may have created us, but we were nothing but scum to him. He hated us and killed us if we annoyed him. And you want that to rule Hell? You aren't old enough to remember what it was like when he sat on that throne." Crowley said in a cold tone of voice.

"Neither are you." The demon hissed. "So shut up."

Clara remembered what Crowley had said about Hell before he changed it. It was hard to believe that the demons wanted that back, along with a fallen angel that hated them. They couldn't appreciate what Crowley had done. Was the only thing that they appreciated was him making a Cambion their Queen? And on that note, they were really insane to think she'd be with Lucifer! He hated humans as much if not more than demons! What would he say about a Cambion Queen of Hell? A combination of two things he hates?

"You're just another demon, Crowley, but with a larger than life ego. You didn't make yourself King for us. You didn't make Hell better for us. You didn't bring a Cambion for us. Everything you did was for yourself. Why would we want you to rule Hell? It should be Lucifer and no one else.

"You torture me for information, but I have none to give you, even if I wanted to in stupid hopes that you'd spare me, not that I actually hope for that. I'd rather die. But believe you me, there will be a rebellion. We demons will find another way to kill you. If we can't find candidates, they will find us." He said and laughed.

Crowley's body language didn't say if his anger was rising to a boiling point, but when he quickly gripped that scalpel and lodged it deep into the demon's throat, the anger was in his eyes. The demon was choking on his vessel's blood and he couldn't speak anymore.

He said he didn't have any details to give away, but he just told Crowley what he needed to know: there were no plans for a rebellion just yet, but they were hoping for something to fall into their lap. And this rubbish about Lucifer was just this demon's ideal little imaginary world.

Clara grinned as the demon began to wiggle like a worm on the metal slab once he realized that Crowley was going to continue torturing him, just out of mere pleasure. Now, Crowley was beginning to snap and rip his fingers off and digging into his hands for the bones, ripping them out. Apparently, he was going to tear off the extremities and then rip out the bones, leaving him there to bleed out before putting him out of his misery... that's if he's feeling courteous, which he probably won't.

An interesting sound when one tries to scream with a scalpel lodged into their throat, their throat filling with curdling blood. A gurgling sound doesn't even come close.