Crowley

          that’s the sad part. xaphan will never know. beating it into him doesn’t even work. sure, it’ll work for a few days but then he goes back to being a little shit. it’s just what he does. he’ll let out a little growl followed by what could be called a whimper whenever his fingers dug deeper into bony shoulders. “it doesn’t fucking matter. i bring you enough souls even though i don’t fucking have to. i don’t need to keep track of who i fucking slaughter, okay?” he’s tail will sway angrily behind him, teeth barred. “if i fucking listen to you, i’ll be nothing more then a pet and a slave. m’ fuckin’ not that to you, alright? you might be higher up——but i’ve been around much longer then you, crowls. before hell even existed, i fuckin’ existed. remember that. i’m not going to be treated as a lowly,” 

               " no, not okay --- not in the slightest you little prick. " it's hard to keep his cool demeanour going when the other isn't being exactly palatable. so excuse the king growling under his breath, whilst pearly whites bared & clamped down on the soft tissue of his inner cheek; one, two, three --- one two three. breath. " ------ you are nothing better than a pet, you fell -- xaphan. FELL. you rebelled, and thought it was for a better cause…" chuckle. " ---- you fell and lost everything good about yourself, turned dark and became a demon and still, " cackle. " still you're lower than me, you're lower than dirt. so yeah, you are a lowly. you idiot. "

   ” That’s not ———— ” her voice breaks, eyes already brimming with tears. Is she this weak, that the words of a mere demon hold such weight?    ” My Father isn’t gone —- plans have changed, but he foresaw it all. His hand is still in this world, & I am the one who will restore him to his rightful throne. Mock me all you want, but not even you, KING of Hell, know his plans for me. ” and there    is rage behind her eyes ; like Holy Fire burning    bright & clear. She may not be as powerful as     she was in heaven, but make no mistake, once    she has shed her mortal form, she will personally    make a pit stop in Hell just to see him.

   " Oh but it is ---- it is true and you know it.      That's why you can't sleep at night, why days seem      to last forever and peace fails to find you. It evades you      on purpose, because that is your fate.                                Your FATHER is no concern to me, little one.       I do not care about him, neither do any of my demons.             All his angels have fallen and do you see him coming to        repair things? --------- No. Because he doesn't give a fuck. "    There's a sickening laughter which then sets itself free from the    beast, booming around the room in which they stood --- Crowley's    crimson hues brightening every second which passed; the grin which    tugged at cruel lips growing wider.

"I-It’s always nice to do n-nice things for other people." 

          He must admit, at first his intentions had been nothing but cruel -- yet now not so much. Later perhaps, but for now Crowley would indulge himself with this charming little ladies company. A hand simply extends, to pat upon the empty space beside him, warmth lingering behind cerulean hues; a genuine kindness to the demons smile.                            " Then perhaps it is what I will call you from now on, yes?                      ----- I suppose so, though I am not accustom to doing such                        things on a regular basis Sparkles. Now come, talk with me. "

      the second the other grasped onto his shoulder, he’ll start to quiver because he was so angry. “you don’t need a fucking number from me,” he’ll growl, his tail swaying back and forth, nearly whipping to the side as he got more and more annoyed with the situation he was in. he’ll turn his body so that he could face the other, barring fanged teeth at the other. “IT’S NOT EVEN MY FUCKIN’ JOB TO COLLECT SOULS! I JUST TAKE CARE OF THE GOD DAMN FURNACE! YOU DON’T NEED FUCKING NUMBERS, YA’ COCKSUCKER!” 

        fingers dig deeper into the soft tissue of xaphan's shoulder, eyes cast upon the boys heated expression -- though a smile still played upon whiskey stained lips. smooth, laughter trickled free; although the sound was tainted with wickedness as well as his tone. " you want to watch your tongue monkey, i advise it very strongly. " head cants to one side, allowing thick locks to cascade freely. " if you wish to prove just how good you are, that you are not but a mere PET then be more respectful and do as I ask. It is a simple task xaphan, i trust even you understand it. "