Ineffable Husbands Oneshots

Punishment

Here's some angst. This will have another part.

Warnings: gore

It started off as a normal day for Crowley. He woke up, brushed his teeth, did his hair, and watered (inspected) his plants. He decided it was a pamper day. He stretched out his wings. They were a bit ruffled, but after brushing some loose feathers out, they were sleek and fluffy as ever.

He decided to go to the park for a stroll. There were a lot of families there. Children were running all over the place, yelling and laughing. Many tired parents lagged behind, though still keeping a close eye on the little gremlins.

Crowley was bored, so he got into his bently and drove off to the bookshop. He arrived after nearly crashing twice and was surprised to find the little shop closed.

A note on the door explained why.

"I apologize for any inconvenience. I had an urgent matter pop up and will not be back until the 26th. Thank you. - Mr. Fell"

Crowley sighed. He was a bit confused as to why the angel had not contacted him about this, but shrugged it off. He stood there wondering what to do now. The 26th was another two days away and he doubted he could find something remotely interesting to do until Aziraphale got back.

He started to wander down the street. He ended up in front of an alley when he felt an immense pain shoot up his spine. Before blacking out, he saw the familiar ugliness that was Hastur.

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When he came to, Crowley found himself in a pitted arena. Sitting above, Beelzebub's sneering face glared at him. Hundreds of demons were shouting angrily at him. He noticed his wings were out and flapped them once in confusion.

"Demon Crowley," Beelzebub's voice filled the air, silencing the mob, "because you refuse to die, we are merciful."

A sickening silence filled the air. "Your punishment shall be your wings." With that, a door in the wall swung open to reveal a large black hellhound. It's jaws snapped at Crowley. With a snap of Bee's fingers, it lunged.

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It was only a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. Crowley lay in a pool of his own blood. Large cuts from the hellhounds' claws sliced open his torso and back. He wanted and willed himself to discorporate, but he found he couldn't.

The hellhound was currently gnawing on a bone snapped off of Crowley's wing, if you could call it that anymore. The beautiful black feathers now scattered the floor, soaked in blood and only a few were hanging onto the mostly bare bloody bones on Crowley's back.

The demons above, laughed and threw rocks at him, adding more bruises and cuts. Tears fell from his eyes. The physical and emotional pain was too much. This punishment was worse than his fall. Letting out a sob, he fell unconscious wishing and hoping this was a sick nightmare.

It was not.

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Crowley found himself on his back, pain shooting up and down his body. He couldn't move at all. The open wounds were infected and there were flies buzzing around him. He felt the bloody bones of his wings were bent and cracked. Opening his eyes, he found he was still in the arena. Laying in the same place as before. The only difference now, was the absence of the other demons.

He tried to move his arms to lift himself up, but found the pain to be too much. He couldn't even make a sound due to the sore throat he gave himself after screaming in pain for the past couple hours.

He was sure that this peace wouldn't last and he was right. He felt, rather than saw, Dagon and Hastur enter the pit. They sneered at him. "Not so powerful now, huh?" Hastur asked, giving a swift kick to an open lesion on Crowley's side.