Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen

Ocula bellicosely stands in a double breasted, velvet, medieval coat. Detailed with a high, leather pressed collar, shoulder cuffs, chest accent and horizontal straps. Accented with lace up arm bracers. His charcoal salt and peppered hair brushed prestigiously from of his matured face, revealing pointed ears and a garish scar down the front of his neck. His flushed grey skin washed in the tone light from the lunar rays through the nearby window.

"Where is she." He demands.

"Right this way." Crowley hesitantly escorts the Lord of the Underworld down the hallway in an uncomfortable angst. Holding open the room's barriers for him to walk through. Monitoring Ocula while he roams over the dimmed interior as he telekinetically slams both doors with a wave of his pale hand. Frightening Crowley a bit from its volume. "She's over there, your highness." The demon gifts, watching the Underworldling trace the buttons on his chair with short dark claws. His face eagerly twists, looking to the bed, walking step by evil step over to it. Pulling back the netting to tower over Kyiah's limp body. Letting out a shaken erotic breath. "Pretty little thing, isn't she." Crowley offers, stepping to see Kai. Ocula nods at his statement without peering away.

"That she is." Ocula touches her skin, running a hand through her hair to violently rip it back. Revealing her face to him. Crowley cautiously leers over. "She was once such an wisp of a child. But now?" He snakishly inhales. "Velkan was right, she has aged beautifully." Ocula whispers, bending down to take in the scent of her neck. Six monstrous, otherworldly fangs releasing in ecstasy. Complimenting his two permanently extended canines.

"Ah, now." The raspy voice caught his attention. Ocula retracts, offensively turning to face him. "What're you going to do with her?" He questions.

"Whatever I please." The Underworldling vexingly snarls.

"Of course, My Lord. But...Your intent is not to, kill her. Correct?" Crowley took a pitiful reverse step against Ocula's intimidating tread forward.

"Now, why would that matter?" His repulsive breath makes the king stammer his words.

"It's just - I - always had a good relationship with the lass...I'd hate to see such a beautiful vessel, blemished." Ocula raises his chin in suspect, looking over the ruler of Hell with scornful displeasure.

"You son of a bitch.." Kyiah's frail voice whispers from afar, catching both their attentions. Ocula rapidly glides over.

"Hello, Tsia." His low voice haunts. Kyiah stiffens, adjusting to a further spot on the bed. "Ah, ah, ah. You're not going anywhere." He beams, reaching to snatch her face in his clutches. Scrunching her sternly kept composure.

"Crowley." She growls, looking past the underground creature to her betrayer. Catching his discontent frown.

"Sorry, Pet.."

"I have always defended you.." She reminds between her teeth.

"Look, it's no fun for me either, sweetie. But, I've got to gain my mojo back." He says, looking to Ocula.

"You fucking-" He cut her off with a raise of his hand, making her groan into a staggering shout. Ocula melts as he watches, fluttering his caved eyes in arousal. She exhales a few hard breaths beneath Crowley's release. "I swear.." She mutters, trying to catch her breath. "When the boys find you..."

"Ah yes, the Winchesters?" Ocula broadcasts giving a sick grin, leaning out to Crowley. "And what about her feathery friend? What's his name?" Kai sent a tactical pleading look to her demonic frenemy. His sights, apologetically connected to hers as he answers.

"Castiel..." He admits guiltily, baring an expression sunk in regret. She shut her eyes, turning away to hatefully bring them to Ocula.

"Don't you dare-" She starts, but before another word could pass from her lips, Crowley numbly rose his hand against his own principles, surfacing another shriek from her throat. Kyiah ensured her eye contact through the entire rail of torture, supplementing his remorse as he's forced to watch her writhe in his pain. Suddenly releasing her with a private gasp. Still affected by her aura even with the spellbound cuffs his dampening demon blood coursing through her veins.