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It was late when you finally finished work, later than usual. Your small town looked a lot different under the light of the moon, almost as if you were in a completely different place. You were exhausted after the long and stressful day you had, so you decided to get a drink at a nearby pub. You'd never been there before, never even knew the place was there. As you entered the pub you realized, that despite living in a small town you didn't recognize a single soul in that pub. As you walked towards the bar you felt as though every set of eyes were staring at you. Everyone around you seemed to have a very tense and uneasy vibe about them. You were extremely uncomfortable being there, but you were just too stressed and exhausted to care. You found a seat at the bar and got the bartenders attention. She walked over glaring at you, as if you didn't belong there.
"Gin and tonic, please." You say in a shaky voice. She didn't respond, but proceeded to make your drink and hand it to you. As you turn around in your stool sipping your drink, you looked around taking in your surroundings. Your feelings of being watched were correct. Everyone in the pub seemed to be looking at you and talking. You obviously knew they were talking about you. Some snickered to their friends as they stared, others looked at you in disgust. Not being a drinker, your one drink seemed to have you a bit light headed but it made you relax a bit more despite knowing everyone was talking about you.
As you look around trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, there was one person you accidentally locked eyes with. You couldn't find it in yourself to look away. He had short brown hair and a little bit of a scruffy face. He was wearing a black suit with a rose in the front pocket on his chest. Something about him seemed soft, yet stern. You managed to break eye contact, turned around and signaled the bar tender to make you another drink. You notice that someone came and sat beside you, embarrassed by the eye contact encounter you just had with that brown haired stranger, you didn't look up to see who it was. Slowly sipping on your drink you heard someone speak.
"Hello, Darling." The person spoke in a thick English accent. You ignored them, assuming they were talking to someone else and continued to sip your drink.
"You know, its awfully rude to ignore someone." Hearing that, you look up to see who it was. To your surprise it was that brown haired man from across the pub. Even more embarrassed, you stayed silent taking the last few sips of your drink, now even more tipsy than before.
"Darling, you can talk to me I'm not going to bite," He said snickering slightly. You felt him moving in closer towards you, close enough to speak and have only you hear. "Let me get you another drink, you seem a little tense." He whispered softly in your ear, sending sweet chills down your spine.
A few moments later the bartender places another drink in front of you. A little hesitant, you grab the drink and take a few sips.
"The name's Crowley, King of Hell." He says with a proud tone of voice. Extremely confused on what he meant by that, you ignored him. Keeping your focus on your glass as you slowly sip some more. He continued to speak, "So tell me what a shy little thing like you is doing in a dark place like this." Before you got a chance to respond you noticed a small group of people began crowding behind you and Crowley.
"CROWLEY!" One of the people yelled, "What do you think you're doing with this pathetic human?" Another asked, with anger in his voice. The group began to push in closer, surrounding you and him.
"Its none of you business, leave your King alone to his business." He told them with a stern voice without turning around to look at the growing crowd, now consisting of at least fifteen people. Afraid of what might be coming next, you find yourself trying to make sense of what he was saying. "Leave your king alone" ? Was he speaking the truth? Was he really the King of Hell? If that were true and these were his people, what would that make them? Monsters? Demons? Your head filled with confusion all while being fuzzy from your alcohol consumption. You hear more yelling behind you and you snap out of your train of thought, finally realizing that Crowley had gotten up and is now standing with his back towards you, as if he were protecting you.
"I will not tell you again, leave her and I alone. Or you will regret this." He said his fists beginning to clench. You brace yourself expecting a fist fight, afraid of what the outcome might be.
"Enough of this!" One of the men in the group yelled, with his eyes pitch black, he lunges at Crowley. With as little effort as a flick of his wrists the black eyed man flies across the room hitting the wall violently. Two more men, who also have dark black eye, try to lunge at the both of you. Crowley raises both of his hands and makes them into tight fists, both of the men seemed to levitate into the air gasping for air before being slammed down into some nearby tables.
"DOES ANY ONE ELSE WANT TO DISOBEY THEIR KING?!" Crowley yelled, his voice filling the entire pub with a loud rumble. The rest of the group seemed to back down after that. Your mind was in a complete jumble over what you had just witnessed, but your body seemed excited. You felt something that you had never felt before. You were hot and your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing and you had the feeling you were blushing immensely.
Crowley turns back to you and smiles, not a single bead of sweat on his face or hair out of place after everything just happened.
"Will you talk with me now, Darling?" He says, still smiling.
"The names (Y/n)," You say, looking away in embarrassment at how red and hot your face must look.
"Well, my dear (Y/n) will you come with me? I'd love to get to know this beautiful, dare I say it, Angel, I have layed my eyes upon." He reaches out his hand towards you still smiling. Filled will curiosity, you take his hand and the two of you leave the pub. You were unsure of where you guys were headed and usually that would worry you, but nothing else mattered at that moment. For some strange reason you felt safe. You wanted to know everything about this beautiful hazel eyed man. Crowley had your attention and little did you know he had no intentions of losing it.
TO BE CONTINUED...