Capital G
Fandom:Supernatural
Character:Crowley
Warings:None
Rated:K
A/N:This is a fanfic about Crowley,a little bit of Human!Crowley,AKA Fergus McLeod,and with brief mentions of the Winchesters and Castiel.Plot spoilers for season 5,season 6 finale and the beginning of season 7.I got the inspiration from a song dedicated to Crowley by doreikage1 (might wanna pay her a visit) http://url2it.com/lsld .The title comes from a song by NIN.
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The sky was red and gray clouds were decorating it. Lightening flashed angrily,and big raindrops fell on the rooftop of Crowley’s manor.
Crowley sipped some Craig,and sat at his desk.A loud thunder growled in the distance,and Crowley showed a half-smile.He enjoyed storms.The sound,the image,and oh!,the little scared children.
Children.Humans. Pitiful creatures.So full of hypocrisy.They promote and knew the best values,sent by Heaven Above,but,behind the curtains,they’ll accept anything as good.And,when somebody else did it,the screamed like bloody murder.
Bloody tempting liar,that’s how they called him at crossroads.It’s not like he came there in the first place,but they acted like he was Satan himself.Well,not too far from that.Except he was a demon.And he lied.
But they feared him.A flash of demon eyes,and they were like puppies.And they would’ve done anything to get a deal.Cancer,money,power,that hot guy next door:little things in exchange of a soul.Some honey talk,and a kiss.10 years and a soul.
Crowley was,once,like them.Just a human.Knowing nothing.Hell changed him.It made him the best salesman in existence.He became The Kind of the Crossroads.Even as a human,he understood the nature of humanity,and how it really worked.Give them something they lust,and they’ll crawl at you feet.
Lust.Not his,exactly.His wife's.That’s what gotten him to make the deal.He wanted a happy wife,a happy life.She made him miserable.All the nagging,all the unsatisfied looks…Three inches,a deal,a kiss.She was satisfied.
They met again.In hell.She felt all the anger.She cried,she screamed,she felt the pain.The reverse of the medal.How sweet and fun the torture was.
The reverse of the medal.He knew it,because he felt it..But for him it was far more better.He helped the Winchesters ice the devil.It didn’t work,but after dear Moose made a sacrifice,he became the King of Hell.
The King of Hell.How much power.The power to tempt an angel to help him find Purgatory.As humans,the angel screamed bloody murder,but he acquiesced.They were such alike,maybe because of their Creator.God.Castiel became God.Or something alike.And "little-wings" betrayed him.How pathetic.
God.The Capital G.The Man Upstairs.Or maybe not.He didn't stay there anymore,did he?Maybe he got bored.Or maybe he decided to enjoy being The Creator up-close.He was like a car designer.He smashed all his cars to see if they could take it.Some of them did,some of them didn't.And the ones who didn’t,stationed in hell.
Crowley got up.He smirked towards the sky,maybe with appreciation.A thunder came as a reply,and the disappeared.
Character:Crowley
Warings:None
Rated:K
A/N:This is a fanfic about Crowley,a little bit of Human!Crowley,AKA Fergus McLeod,and with brief mentions of the Winchesters and Castiel.Plot spoilers for season 5,season 6 finale and the beginning of season 7.I got the inspiration from a song dedicated to Crowley by doreikage1 (might wanna pay her a visit) http://url2it.com/lsld .The title comes from a song by NIN.
--~-----~-----~
The sky was red and gray clouds were decorating it. Lightening flashed angrily,and big raindrops fell on the rooftop of Crowley’s manor.
Crowley sipped some Craig,and sat at his desk.A loud thunder growled in the distance,and Crowley showed a half-smile.He enjoyed storms.The sound,the image,and oh!,the little scared children.
Children.Humans. Pitiful creatures.So full of hypocrisy.They promote and knew the best values,sent by Heaven Above,but,behind the curtains,they’ll accept anything as good.And,when somebody else did it,the screamed like bloody murder.
Bloody tempting liar,that’s how they called him at crossroads.It’s not like he came there in the first place,but they acted like he was Satan himself.Well,not too far from that.Except he was a demon.And he lied.
But they feared him.A flash of demon eyes,and they were like puppies.And they would’ve done anything to get a deal.Cancer,money,power,that hot guy next door:little things in exchange of a soul.Some honey talk,and a kiss.10 years and a soul.
Crowley was,once,like them.Just a human.Knowing nothing.Hell changed him.It made him the best salesman in existence.He became The Kind of the Crossroads.Even as a human,he understood the nature of humanity,and how it really worked.Give them something they lust,and they’ll crawl at you feet.
Lust.Not his,exactly.His wife's.That’s what gotten him to make the deal.He wanted a happy wife,a happy life.She made him miserable.All the nagging,all the unsatisfied looks…Three inches,a deal,a kiss.She was satisfied.
They met again.In hell.She felt all the anger.She cried,she screamed,she felt the pain.The reverse of the medal.How sweet and fun the torture was.
The reverse of the medal.He knew it,because he felt it..But for him it was far more better.He helped the Winchesters ice the devil.It didn’t work,but after dear Moose made a sacrifice,he became the King of Hell.
The King of Hell.How much power.The power to tempt an angel to help him find Purgatory.As humans,the angel screamed bloody murder,but he acquiesced.They were such alike,maybe because of their Creator.God.Castiel became God.Or something alike.And "little-wings" betrayed him.How pathetic.
God.The Capital G.The Man Upstairs.Or maybe not.He didn't stay there anymore,did he?Maybe he got bored.Or maybe he decided to enjoy being The Creator up-close.He was like a car designer.He smashed all his cars to see if they could take it.Some of them did,some of them didn't.And the ones who didn’t,stationed in hell.
Crowley got up.He smirked towards the sky,maybe with appreciation.A thunder came as a reply,and the disappeared.