The song here is "Who's Next" by Porcelain Black

Who's Next

Nikolai followed Crowley out of the mansion and down to the cells that were so far and deep into Hell that no one would be able to hear the screams of agony. It's where Clara had kept her mother's soul as punishment and that of Viviane Cromwell to keep her safe.

Crowley told him what Nerilla had uncovered since he was babysitting Keara and guarding the mansion. The crossroad demon Hector had no prior knowledge of Stephanie who was the demon who put Kelley up to the task of approaching his son Gavin, making her think it was Crowley's orders.

Stephanie, the clever bitch, was hiding and Hector warned them that she was good at it. Well, not good enough to hide from Hellhounds who had clearly just brought back the wench and her minions.

"They've been placed in isolated cells. I want you to bring me the others one at a time, ending with the bitch." Crowley said with authority, even with a hint of rage, as they walked down to the torture room. "I want you to teleport so no demon sees they are in our possession. We have to assume that we can only trust our little circle." He added and Nikolai just had to ask the question, even though he was certain Crowley would shoot him a glare, as if implying that now is not the time and it's not important enough to explain.

However, Crowley sighed as if he was too tired to deal with Nikolai's bullshit and he'd rather just answer.

"Myself, Clara, Keara, Nerilla, Gabriel, Kelley and you, of course." He replied and didn't glance over his shoulder at his Knight to see if that reply satisfied him.

"Wow, branching out, I see." he said and his King ignored him as he stepped into the torture room, quickly preparing all the sharp tools and other pleasantries of torment.

"You will sense that one prisoner is not a demon." Crowley said as Nikolai watched his quick movements setting up the tools. He was ready and when he turned to his Knight, there was a strange dark glint in his eyes. "Leave that one to me." he concluded and Nikolai decided it was best not to ask questions.

He vanished and appeared in the corridor of isolated cells, finding the bounty hunting Hellhounds keeping guard. He walked down to sense who was who in those cells as he scratched behind the ears of those Hellhounds. They watched him closely, but remained still.

For good measure, he conjured a burlap sack and he stared at it, summoning small flames to burn sigils into the fabric that would disable the senses and powers of the demon prisoner. Quite a beautiful creation, he had to admit. The Hellhounds stared at his burlap sack and their eyes were so piercing that for a small moment, Nikolai felt an itch on his arm, around the Mark of Cain.

He couldn't scratch it, fearing that maybe the Hellhounds would strike an attack.

Nikolai brushed it off and stayed focused.

He figured that the non-demon was the last cell at the end of the corridor and Stephanie being the second last. Looking at the cells, there was no way they could speak to each other or know who was there. The cells in Hell seemed like simple cells, but they were anything but just cubes of rock with iron doors. They had been just simply cells at one point with iron bars, but that was one improvement done over the last couple of years. These cells now diminished all powers to nothing, rendering the prisoner to a pathetic waste of time and space, but the best part was that these cells were silent. Once inside, all one would hear is a deafening silence and one could scream at the top of their lungs… and it wouldn't even come out as a whisper on the other side of that iron door.

The prisoners could be yelling at that moment and all Nikolai heard was silence. These cells were incredibly wonderful.

He opened one door and the demon inside retreated to the corner like a frightened animal at the sight of him. He considered taking out the First Blade to really put the fear into this low-life demon, but then it made him wonder if he would lose control.

Nikolai walked in and grabbed the demon around his shirt collar and pulled the burlap sack over his head violently. The demon was quivering and the Hellhounds watched him, snarling at the prisoner. He vanished and appeared in the torture room where Crowley waited. It seemed he had an itch of his own; his eyes were burning with rage and he gripped an angel blade tightly in his dominate hand.

Nikolai shoved the demon forward and pushed him onto the cold slab where he willed the restraints to wrap around the demon so tightly that he convulsed with fear. He removed the burlap sack and stood by the door with his arms crossed as Crowley began torturing.

"I won't answer your questions." He said like a weakling.

Crowley turned to the counter and returned with a piece of material that he used to shove into the demon's mouth so deep that he began to choke.

"I have no intentions of asking you anything at the moment." He said and began carving into the demon with the angel blade, making him groan like a dying animal; the gag muffling his screams of agony.

As Nikolai watched, he felt that itch again, but it was stronger than it had been in the corridor of those cells. As much as he'd love to stay, he knew he had to stand outside of the torture room or he might realize his fear of losing control.

He silently closed the door behind him and closed his eyes, thinking of Keara. As he saw images of her laughing in his mind, he began to forget that itch and soon it vanished, making him completely forgetting that he had felt it in the first place.

He thought of going back in, but listening to that demon suffer was good enough. If he saw Crowley ripping him to shreds, he might just feel that itch again.