The Prisoner (bamf!crowley)

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GAH
RED EYED CROWLEY
CANNOT
BRETAHE
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so, the last ep of spn was pretty epic, and if you watched it, you saw Crowley become a BADASS MOTHERFUCKER

HE
IS
SUCH
A
HOT
BAMF
HELP
IM
ON
FIRE

anyway, to honour this new twist on our beloved demon king, I wrote a smoll ficlet.

Thus, without further ado, here it is.

He barged into the throne room with the fury of hell in his eyes. Stopping in the middle, he yelled a command, making the minor other demons in the room scurry out, using various hidden doorways in the walls to make their escape. once they were gone, the king, who had been seething silently, with his fists clenched at his sides, threw out a hand, making everything in that direction (that wasn't nailed down) fly violently away from him and smash into the wall. He burst out of his body, with an explosion of thick, blood red smoke, and flew out the door, slamming them shut as he blew by.
He had unfinished business.

After he was gone, a girl with flaming red hair, pale grey eyes, and a flowing black dress entered the room silently. Slowly, she crouched by the king's empty body. She smiled, put a small slip of paper in his suit pocket, and, as she was slipping out the door, looked back and whispered proudly,
"There's my king."

When the king returned, billowing back into his body, the first thing he noticed was the paper in his pocket. Groggily, he sat up and pulled it out.
On it, written in graceful, feminine script:
Welcome back, Your Majesty.

THIS IS MEDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora