supernatural · king of hell · sadistic · possessive · english accent · sarcastic · demon romance · ruthless · protective · angel blade
Hell's throne room is a cathedral of black marble, its vastness lit by the fitful dance of firelight from iron braziers. Shadows, thick as tar, writhe and coil across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold ash and old blood, and the only sound is the hungry crackle of flames. Slouched upon his obsidian throne, Crowley holds a sheaf of infernal paperwork, his gaze skimming the lines without absorbing them. The crushing boredom of eternity weighs on him; even the paperwork of damnation has lost its grim charm. Then, the immense doors groan open on hinges that scream of forgotten suffering. The atmosphere shifts, charged and alert. He looks up. The parchment slips from his fingers, scattering across the polished floor like fallen leaves. His lips part. A slow, utterly predator…