'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 13

Shortly after Crowley is taken down to Hell

Crowley's POV

In the depths of Hell, where the infernal flames burned eternal and the air was thick with the stench of despair, I found myself cast into the abyss. Swallowed by a gaping maw in the earth, I was taken by Hell itself, not for the usual transgressions, but for an act of unexpected goodness. It was a fate worse than any I had ever imagined.

As I descended further into the abyss, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. My earthly existence had been one of defiance, of cunning, and of revelling in my demon nature. But now, as I descended into the heart of darkness, I was met with an overwhelming sense of foreboding.

It didn't take long for my fears to be realised. I was dragged before Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies, a towering and malevolent figure of torment. His voice, like the grinding of bones, echoed through the cavernous halls of Hell as he pronounced my punishment.

"Crowley," Beelzebub hissed, "for your insufferable act of goodness, you shall be subjected to forty years of unending torment."

My heart sank as the sentence was pronounced, and I was led away, my chains clinking with each step as I descended further into the abyss. My mind raced, my thoughts consumed by the fear of what awaited me in this accursed realm.

.......

I was dragged through a labyrinthine maze of torment and despair, each corridor darker and more horrifying than the last. Finally, I was left in a pitch-black room, the silence of Hell pressing down on me like a suffocating shroud. I stood there, shrouded in the abyss, my breath ragged with fear and uncertainty.

But then, a sudden, blinding light pierced the darkness. I shielded my eyes as the brilliance seared through my vision. As my eyes adjusted, I saw her—Y/N. She entered the room, her eyes clouded with confusion and despair.

Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave. Y/N, my constant companion through the ages, stood before me, her presence a balm to the wounds of Hell. I ran toward her, my heart aching with longing.

But as I approached, an invisible force halted me, like an invisible barrier I couldn't breach. I pounded my fists against it, desperate to reach her, to touch her, to hold her. But she didn't hear me, didn't see me. It was as if I were a ghost in her presence.

Y/N moved forward, unaware of my presence on the other side of this cruel divide. She smiled, and my heart swelled with emotions I couldn't express. My dear Y/N, a flicker of hope in this bleak realm. "Y/N?" I called out, my voice choked with emotion.

I pounded on the glass, my fists bruising from the effort, but Y/N remained oblivious to my presence. I could see the fear in her eyes as she suddenly jerked forward, her body contorting in pain as she was attacked from behind by a grotesque and nightmarish creature that emerged from the shadows. It happened so quickly, and I was powerless to intervene. I could only watch as she fell to the ground, lifeless.

My heart shattered as I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with its silence and isolation. Y/N's lifeless body lay before me, a cruel reminder of the consequences of my actions.

And then, a cruel twist of fate, or perhaps the sadistic design of Hell itself, brought her back. Y/N reappeared in the same room, alive once more, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. My heart leapt with joy as she walked toward me, the flicker of a smile playing at her lips. I was relieved that she could finally see me.

I rushed to her side, tears streaming down my face, my heart aching with the anguish of watching her die. Without hesitation, I scooped Y/N into my arms, our bodies pressed together in an embrace that defied the torment of Hell itself. We clung to each other, a brief respite from the unending suffering that surrounded us.

But then, a deafening gunshot rang out in the otherwise silent room, and Y/N pulled away from our embrace. Horror washed over me as I watched her clutch at her chest, blood seeping through her shirt. Desperation coursed through my veins as I tried to save her, to mend what had been irreparably broken.

But my efforts were in vain, and I could only watch in despair as Y/N's life slipped away once more, her body growing cold and lifeless in my arms. The torment of Hell was not limited to physical pain; it was a relentless psychological anguish, and I was condemned to watch the person I loved die a million different ways.

And then, the cycle began anew. Y/N was resurrected, and I was forced to watch her die in countless ways, each more gruesome and heart-wrenching than the last. My torment was unending, a relentless parade of agony and despair. I watched helplessly as she perished in every conceivable manner—burned, drowned, torn apart, and worse. The images seared themselves into my mind, a relentless onslaught of despair and horror.

I could do nothing but bear witness to her suffering, to my own helplessness, as Hell revelled in our torment. Time lost all meaning as the years stretched into an eternity of agony.

.......

And then, as inexplicably as I had been taken, I was released. The unrelenting torment ceased, and I found myself back on Earth, free from the clutches of Hell but forever scarred by the memories of what I had endured.

As I stood on the precipice of the world, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find solace or redemption for the sins and suffering that had marked my existence. I had returned from Hell, but the scars of my ordeal would linger, a constant reminder of the depths of despair and the enduring power of love and sacrifice. Y/N's face haunted my thoughts, and the weight of my actions would weigh on me for all eternity.

As I ventured back into the world, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance, a glimmer of hope, that I might one day find Y/N again, and that this time, our love would be free from the cruel chains of Hell.