Write about disappointment- theatrical_muse
Hell, Crowley had soon discovered, was intrinsically disappointing. He remembered when he'd still been an angel being quite interested in the place (something that looking bad wasn't exactly a good sign with regards to him remaining an angel). Of course back then there weren't all that many in Hell, or in Heaven for that matter, what with the human race having only recently been created and everything, but still it seemed more interesting than Heaven. Crowley had always assumed Hell would be sort of like one massive party, a constant party where all the party goers had a hangover true enough (it was Hell after all) but still a party was a party in his book. He'd found out quickly had his small slip that there were no parties, no hangovers, no alcohol even. It had disappointed him, coming all this way only to discover Hell wasn't all that different to Heaven, just a lot hotter and with slightly better clothes, but still boring. As the years passed, most of which were spent on Earth he assumed Hell would begin to liven up a bit, he was sure that was where Hendrix was after all, and Joplin, people who were bound to make any place more exciting. It turned out he was wrong about that, something that made him wonder if perhaps there was Another place, where all the really cool and entertaining people went when they died, a place that neither Satan nor God knew about, a place that served vodka and had decent music (none of that harp crap). Still he didn't suppose he'd ever find out, which was a shame really. Still at least he was on Earth now, now there was an exciting place, or it was with Crowley on it anyway.