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Crowley woke up in the middle of a field. He looks around. Confused.
"Bloody hell.." he mutters, feeling his body. He gets up. He looks over and see's Jack nearby.
"You? What did you do?" He asks, walking over. Jack smiles and touches his forehead. As if telling him. He then disappears.
Crowley rubs his forehead. "Welp.. guess I should see how much hell has gone downhill since I died.. again.." he mutters, starting to walk towards where the gate is.
He gets to the door. "Name and rank?" A demon asks before he walks into the building. "The bloody king of hell, what do you think?" He says, crossing his arms.
The demon raises an eyebrow. "Are you mocking the queen?" He asks, eyes narrowing. "Oh. So you all have replaced me already hm?" Crowley asks, crossing his arms. "You must be new here. Crowley. The rightful king of hell," he says. "Now out of my way-" he says, pushing past the demon. The demon punches him.
"Your coming with me." The demon says. Crowley grumbles as he grabs him. "Get your bloody filthy hands off me!" He's yelling as he puts a bag on his head and drags him away.
Rowena was sitting in her throne room, hosting a dinner. The guard throws him in the room. Rowena raises an eyebrow. "You do know interrupting is rude, correct?" She says, slamming her glass down.
The guard's eyes widen and he nods. "I apologize. But this one was trying to get into hell and he was saying something about being rightful king," he says quickly.
Crowley is trying to get out of the bag.
"So you put him in a trash bag?" Rowena asks, raising an eyebrow. "Well- I thought he was a threat.." the guard says. "So you bring the threat right to my feet? Not very smart." Rowena looks right at the guard now. He realizes his mistake. "W- well.."
Rowena snaps her fingers and the guard turns into dust. "Hmf. Now. You sit there. I'm gonna finish my dinner before I deal with you," she says, putting the trash bag in the corner.
Crowley stops struggling. He knows that voice. He listens.
"Apologies for the interruption.. lets get back to our meal.." she says, fixing her dress and sitting back down. "It is alright. Lower demons are most annoying," another demon said. "Yes. Quite so," she says, sipping her drink.
They talk about, well, demon things. Like how many souls they recently got and other stuff.
"So, we're on a steady pace, hm?" Rowena asks. "Yes, you.. are much better tha-" the demon starts saying. Rowena glares up at them. They shut up. "What did I say about talking bad about my child?" She snaps.
"To not do it.." the demon says, looking down.
"Yes. Now. What of the demons that have gotten out into the surface?" Rowena asks, sipping her drink...
Crowley was in shock that his mother protected his name like that. What the hell happened when he was dead. He realizes he can just possess someone else. He leaves his body and the smoke goes through the bag.
Rowena's eyebrows raise. "Oh. Little demon trying to leave?" She flicks her wrist and he's forced back into his body. He gasps. "Bloody hell mother!" He exclaims.
Rowena freezes. "Fergus?.." she mutters. "Everyone out! Dinner is over!" She snaps. Everyone knows that voice, they scramble out.
Rowena grabs the bag and rips it open. She gasps.. her son..