The song here is "Rock Steady" by Bad Company
Rock Steady
Crowley walked away from that cell and just walked, wanting to forget his mother. Only, he knew he wouldn't. Her words would stick in his mind, driving him crazy. So much rage and hatred buried deep over the last hundreds of years; and yet he just left his mother in her cell. He could torture her and watch her die, snuff out her soul like a candle and her existence would vanish from the world. He could unleash all those years of rage and hatred, yet he was just walking away.
Why wouldn't he kill her, because she gave birth to him? That without her there would be no Crowley?
Bullshit. That's just the preposterous line of crap she would use. He became Crowley solely on his own.
Crowley brushed it off, taking comfort in knowing that Clara had done the same thing; left her mother in a cell to show her how the world wouldn't care if she was missing. Then, when Clara just wanted her gone, had Hellhounds chase her sorry as out of Hell to roam the world as a lost soul. Even Clara couldn't actually torture her mother; however Clara had taken her soul from her body. It was more than just leaving her in a cell.
It's not that he was intimidated by his Queen. That was a ridiculous thought. Yes, she was a powerful Cambion and he'd be the first to say it, but she loved him and she was just like him; the human half would never vanish despite giving the demon within full control. She couldn't unleash all the hate on her mother, the thing that reminded the demon of its human origin, as unfortunate as it is to admit. What Clara did on the other hand was show her how it felt not to be wanted and loved. She showed her what it was like to be abandoned.
Crowley could do that. Let his mother rot in a cell and let time drive her insane. Yet, having her in Hell nagged him like he could never forget she was there. So, when Clara had her mother chased out of Hell by Hellhounds, it wasn't just the hormones from her pregnancy; it was the same nagging feeling like her mother's presence in Hell was magnified, making it difficult to forget she was there, suffering in loneliness.
How had she tolerated it for so long? Crowley only had his mother in Hell's prison for a couple of days and after talking to her, felt like he was losing all focus.
He brushed it off and walked into the office where Nerilla and Kelley seemed surprised to see him. He paid their expressions no attention as he took his chair behind his desk. How he hadn't been behind his desk in such a long time. How it felt so good.
It reminded him that he was the invincible King of Hell and that no whore of a mother could affect his focus. He had a rebellion pissing him off and moronic angels that were out to hunt hybrids; hybrids such as his Queen and Princess. Well, they could all try to tear him and his Kingdom to pieces; he would prevail. He was continuously underestimated which spelled out disaster for those that challenged him. He was loved by the two most beautifully powerful creatures in existence. With his Queen and daughter, nothing could touch him.
Narcissistic, yes; he would be the first to admit it. He was Crowley; he wouldn't be narcissistic if he wasn't right. He wasn't saying that Clara and Keara are weapons in his possession; he was simply proud of them.
"My King?" someone asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned his head and met Nerilla's gaze. "If you're not busy, I have documents that await your signature." She said and he held his hand out slightly, gesturing that he would take those documents.
She gave them to Kelley who crossed the room over to Crowley in two strides. She kept her eyes low and respectful, but it was obvious that she loved her new job.
Crowley took the documents and looked at them: just political nonsense detailing what was going on, what actions were taken and why, and then under whose authority. The same annoying thing for all the demons they had taken prisoner and he tortured. And why did he have to have all this bullshit? It was times like this that Crowley wondered what he had been thinking, which he then came to the conclusion that he was indeed clever and that's why he should be King of Hell.
If anyone was to say that he just tortured because he was sadistic, they would see that he tortured for information or as punishment. Yes, he enjoyed torture with a passion, but he wasn't sadistic without a purpose. He was a ruler, not a dictator.
He quickly signed the papers and handed them back to Kelley who brought them back to Nerilla like they would explode if she didn't return them fast enough. She continued to stand like a statue beside Nerilla, but moments after, slowly leaned slightly over to her like Crowley couldn't see her out of the corner of his eye.
"Is everything alright?" Kelley whispered like Crowley couldn't hear her. She might be new to all of this, but she wasn't the sharpest point on the Devil's trident.
A split second later, there was a subtle movement and Kelley let out a nearly silent gasp. Apparently, Nerilla jabbed her to keep her mouth shut. Crowley didn't give her enough credit as Lieutenant.
"Your Lieutenant is your example, Sergeant." Crowley began, certain that Nerilla was grinning. "However, I should trust my circle of demons with some information." He concluded and took out his cell phone, sending a quick text to Clara and Nikolai to join him in the office. If they should bring Gabriel and Keara, he would allow it, since they should know as well.