#azafell

starter for @azafell

"Shit. Shit!"

It was well past midnight as the Bentley tore through London, but Crowley knew that wouldn't matter. The angel enjoyed a good many human delights, but sleep was rarely one of them. Frankly, even if he was asleep, Crowley would have no qualms about waking him. Not tonight. Bigger things to worry about than a couple hours of shut eye.

It had happened so quickly. He'd been in his Mayfair flat, misting a ficus, and the next thing he knew, the shadows around him were growing, moving, coming for him, swallowing him up and then---

"Ĉ̵̢̗̦͓̖͚͜ r̵̙̼͓̓̄̿́ ö̵̟͇͚̳̱̞́͒ w̴̪͓͔̋̐̆͜ l̵̻̣̖̅͋̀̈́̽̂ ȇ̸̛̩̪̻̹̈̅̀͑ͅ y̵͔̭͛̅͜͠."

He'd found himself in Hell. No official summons, no warning. Of course no warning, Hell didn't do courtesy. One minute you're minding your own business, the next you're dropped in front of Beelzebub and the Dukes of Hell...

With a screech, the Bentley whipped into a parking space in front of A. Z. FELL & CO.

Practically leaping from his car, Crowley made haste for the front door. This time of night, it would certainly be locked, so he knocked. Perhaps 'knocked' was too polite a word for it. It was an incessant, anxious, yet somehow hushed pounding of his knuckles against the heavy wooden door.

fingers that had been creeping over an ornate and ancient looking box had suddenly ceased at his command, leaving the angel to raise a brow. well that was no fun. a beautiful box and clearly--something maybe beautiful inside?

the smaller woman turned her head to look straight at him, placing both hands on the sides of it, as if she were going to open it. " ....have you got a secret in here? " she gasped in excitement at the thought, grinning ear to ear.

" oh how mysterious ! how fun ! " eyes glimmering at the mere thought of the moment of being told said secret. but maybe she was getting ahead of herself, and there were no secret in there at all.