'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 56

Hell

Death had taken Y/N to Hell, a realm of unending torment and despair. They materialised in a dark and oppressive room, the air heavy with malevolence. The room itself seemed to writhe with dark energy. Death, its skeletal figure still a looming presence, handed Y/N over to two hulking demons, their dark eyes gleaming with sinister intent.

As the demons seized Y/N, a tremor of fear coursed through her, and she couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do to me?"

Death's voice resonated through the room like a chilling whisper, "They will take you to see your Brother, the Devil."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, and she made a desperate attempt to escape the demons' clutches. She struggled, twisted, and thrashed, but their grip remained unyielding. As they began to drag her down a dimly lit corridor, Y/N's voice echoed through the infernal passages, her cries for help reverberating off the cold, lonely stone.

Desperation etched across her face, Y/N rounded a corner, and her eyes met those of a familiar figure. It was Crowley. He was emerging from a chamber, having just faced his own trial in Hell.

Their gazes locked, and in the silent exchange that followed, Y/N's eyes silently pleaded for Crowley to help her. In a split second, he extended a hand toward her, but before he could reach her, another demon seized him by the arm, pulling him back with a force that left him struggling in their grasp.

Y/N watched in anguish as Crowley was torn away from her, their outstretched hands never quite meeting. His eyes held a mix of sorrow and helplessness as he watched her being dragged further into the abyss, her pleas growing fainter as she disappeared from his view.

Y/N was roughly dragged into a colossal hall, her celestial form still weak from the ordeal she had endured. Her captors dumped her unceremoniously on the cold stone floor in front of a grand, obsidian throne. Upon that throne sat Satan, his presence exuding an aura of malevolence, and standing beside him was Beelzebub, a sinister figure who matched their lord's aura.

With aching limbs and a battered spirit, Y/N lifted her gaze to meet the infernal eyes of Satan. His expression, a blend of curiosity and satisfaction, sent shivers down her celestial spine. "Well, well, if it isn't my dear sister," Satan greeted with a sinister smile, his voice dripping with wicked charm.

Y/N composed herself as best as she could, pushing herself into a standing position and maintaining eye contact with the fallen angel. She greeted him back with a snarky tone, "Hello, Lucifer. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Satan leaned forward on his throne, resting his chin on a bony hand. "Indeed," he replied. "I've been searching for you for centuries after I heard that you had been cast out. How did you manage to hide from me, Y/N?"

Y/N's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I've been made to go through my own kind of torture, brother. Reincarnated as a human throughout the centuries, without any memory of my true self."

Satan chuckled a deep and malevolent sound that sent shivers through the hall. "A fitting torment, I must say. It does sound like a special brand of hell."

Y/N, undeterred, met Satan's gaze with a steely resolve. She cut to the chase and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Satan's chuckles subsided, and he regarded her with a dark intensity. "You know what I want," he said, his voice a low and menacing murmur.

Y/N shook her head firmly, her resolve unshaken. "I won't join you," she declared, her defiance clear in her eyes.

Satan's face contorted into a sly grin, his eyes boring into hers. "You always were the stubborn one, sister. But you'll see, I have my ways."