You meet Crowley for the first time after a fight with your husband.
You looked at the ground, waiting for it to be over. His breath was hot on your nose as he cornered you. He came home smelling of sex and liquor obviously having had a night on the town. Your husband had been doing this alot more lately. After an hour of insults and hits, he decided you weren't worth his time and went to the bedroom. You wiped your e/c eyes, moving out of the corner, heading to the door.
'Please let this work!' You think as you cover the box with gravel at the crossroads. You stood up looking around, seeing if anyone was there. You sighed.
"Hello, love. What brings you here tonight?" A British man asked. He had dark hair and sported a long coat and a red hankerchief.
"What's your name?" You asked softly. You were surprised it worked and even more surprised when he turned out to be kind of cute.
"Crowley. King of Hell. At your service." He smirked.
You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being used and treated like nothing. I just want to... move on." You whispered the last part.
"Come now darling, how can I do that to a pretty face? Come with me to hell and you won't feel this way anymore. You will have a family." He said.
"How do we make the deal?"
"With a kiss, darling." He grinned.
You slowly walked forward and kissed him feather light on his lips. You blinked and suddenly, you weren't at the crossroads anymore.
"Crowley, where are we...?" You asked.
"Hell."
