"Its your choice," she shrugged. "You can continue your worthless life, or you can become someone who matters." "A demon?" I inquire as I writhe in the chair I'm tied up to. Crowley smiles and says, "Yes, a demon. Youd be my queen of hell and I remain king. I love you, Amara." I roll my eyes, but then really start to think. "I didn't know-" "What I was?" I sigh, no longer fighting against my restraints, "Yes, okay?" Crowley comes up to me and kisses me. He then walks off again, and I'm surprised to see he's left me yearning for more. "You were nothing before I found you. A depression ridden woman ready to take her own life with a razorblade, poised and ready to strike." I drop my gaze, "You're right. You saved my life that night. When I put the blade to my wrist, you stopped me. You...gave me a reason to live again." Crowley looks at me, love, actual love showing in his eyes. I begin to cry, "Okay. I do love you. I...can't deny that." Crowley kisses me again and shows me the gun in his pants. "Will it work?" He looks at me, "It should, yes." I nod, "Okay. Im ready to be your wife." He says, "I love you" as he pulls the trigger. I join him and rule over hell beside him forever.
