[b][c=#E50073]Samlicker81 replied to NaturalWitch:[/c][/b]
[i]You are sooo mean. x3[/i]
Crowley paced restlessly around the throne room, cursing under his breath and very much snapping at every demon's attempt to talk to him. The King of Hell was having a bad day, then again, the past few months were all bad days. With Lucifer free and jumping from vessel to vessel, it was almost impossible to track him down. The devil left no clues behind, only dead bodies.
But Crowley wasn't angry because he couldn't find Lucifer back then, he was angry because Lucifer had possessed the body of a rock star called Vince Vincente, and seemed to be making good use of the poor guy's power. His fame, his money, his influence...this was, by far, Lucifer's most dangerous vessel.
The King was angry at that, yes, but he became rabid when he found out Gavin, his own son of all people, worked for the devil as a roadie! That dumb kid had no idea where he got himself into. And though Crowley says he is not one for feelings, he still has the instinct to protect Gavin. He brags he doesn't care about anyone or anything, but the truth is, he loves his son...even his bitch of a mother. They were his only family after all.
What could Crowley do to save Gavin from Lucifer? Now that's the question.
After another epic concert, the media were all over Vince. The once fallen rock star started to rise once again, and old fans mixed with new ones. It was a shock to most of the people who liked the band before to see their once old idol emerge from the ashes, but they quickly became addicted to their music like in the good old times.
Lucifer was in his trailer, just outside the building the show took place, but he wasn't alone. A lucky reporter called Rachel was with him and she was about to interview him.
“How does it feel to be back after all these years?” She asked, a huge smile on her lips. She was a fan, too, and being this close to Vince, was nerve-wracking to say the least. Unfortunately for her, Lucifer picked up on that.
“I believe i have answered that question before.” Lucifer smirked, eyes fixated on hers the entire time. “Next.”
“Oh...right, i apologize, let me check my questions, i wrote them down...somewhere.” While she rummaged through her bag, a knock on the door interrupted the two. Not that Lucifer cared about interviews, and this Rachel girl was annoying as hell anyway. It is known he has little patience when it comes to humans, so it's a surprise she has lived this long actually.
“Come in.” Lucifer said, getting up from his chair to walk to the little bar and pour himself a drink.
“Evening, sir, i was told to pass by your trailer.” It was Gavin, one of Vince's many roadies. Crowley's son. He saw the reporter sitting on the couch, and immediately thought he had messed up. Maybe he should have come later? “I see you're busy, i can return later if you wish.”
“Come in, Gavin...it's Gavin, isn't it?”
Gavin nodded, suprised a big star like Vince Vincente remembered his name.
“But, we were in the middle of an interview...” Rachel protested, ignoring the boy on the door to look at Vince.
The reporter quickly got up, not liking the way Vince looked at her, grabbed her bag, and was out of the trailer in seconds. Gavin was still by the door though. Lucifer called Gavin with his index finger, and returned to the little bar to pour another drink.
Gavin entered the trailer and closed the door behind. “Did you need me for something?”
Lucifer turned around, and offered a drink to Gavin. “Yes, why would i call you if i didn't need you?” He smirked, watching Gavin like a predator watches his prey. “Here. Drink.”
Gavin shouldn't drink on the job, but this was Vince asking to join him. He couldn't refuse. He wouldn't. He took the glass from Lucifer and gave it a little sip, making an expression of disgust as the liquid slid down his throat. “Whoa...this is intense.”
“Here i was thinking you could take whisky. You don't take after your father at all, do you?”
That was strange. How did Vince know his father was a great fan of whisky?” My...father?” What did that mean? Did he know his father was the actual King of Hell? Or was, from what he can remember. He hasn't seen him in years.
“You are Crowley's son.” Lucifer said, bluntly. “I have known since you joined the crew.” Lucifer's eyes shone a bright red, and Gavin nearly tripped on his own feet as he tried to back away.
“What are you?!”
“I kept you alive, because...it was rather intriguing and curious to see the son of my enemy working for me. If only daddy Crowley knew.” Lucifer snickered, taking a step towards Gavin.
“I...i am not like my father, i don't care about hell, i just want to live a normal life!” He was going for the door handle, but Lucifer snapped his fingers and the door was instantly sealed shut. Gavin dropped the glass on the floor, and was fearing for his life. Being the son of a King didn't have any perks!
“Poor thing, you're really scared, aren't you?” Lucifer chuckled and then turned serious all of a sudden. “You should be.”
“No! No...father! Father, save me!”
“Oooh?” Lucifer crossed his arms and watched him squirm. “Are we calling daddy? Adorable, really adorable. ”He grinned.” Don't stop on my account, go on, call him!”
Much to Lucifer and Gavin's surprise, Crowley did show up! And he wasn't alone. Rowena was with him.
“Father! You came!”
“We are going to have a serious talk later, but now...”Crowley touched his son's shoulder and turned to Rowena. “Do your thing, mother.”
“It's a party! Even red is here, hey red.” He winked at the witch but she looked unfazed. The devil's charm worked once on her and it will never work again.
Rowena didn't waste time, she started casting the spell before Lucifer tried anything, and after saying the incantation, white smoke enveloped the devil.
“Is it done?” Crowley grunted, waiting for the cloud of smoke to vanish.
“It is done, Fergus. ”She sing songed, happy with the spell's result. With the smoke gone, they could see Lucifer was gone. “I sent him to the bottom of the ocean, i'm quite creative, don't you think, my wee sausage?”
“Is he really gone?” Gavin blinked a few times. “But...what was he? He had red eyes, that was not Vince!”
“The devil himself.” Rowena smiled. “What a nice boy you are, Gavin, i am a proud grandmother!”
It was too much to process. And from that day on, Crowley would never let Gavin out of his sight, even if he had to endure his mother's provocations. [center][b][c=#660033] The End[/c][/b][/center]
[b][c=#E50073]Samlicker81 commented on NaturalWitch's profile:[/c][/b]
I would like to suggest a game. [b][c=#E57300]-Game suggested-[/c][/b] [center] [image=https://photos1.iorbix.com/00/00/00/00/01/21/58/62/Castiel-----w4zh4XQsb-b.gif][/center]
A game in which you describe the person above; or the way [i][b][c=#E57300]he/she[/c][/b][/i] makes you feel; with a picture or a gif. (It does not have to be Supernatural related, it can be [i][u]anything[/u][/i], really.)
Okay, uh...feel free to start with me. -Le blush?!-
Basic Gender: Male Education: Some High School Occupation: Fisherman
Contact Location: Carenrco, Louisiana, United States
Social Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
I was human once but I'll spare you the details of my time then. I know you're curious about the monster side of me. It's in your eyes, the frightened look you humans get when crossed paths with a monster. I'll save you the trouble and tell you that I won't bite unless you give me a reason to. Yes, I drink blood but I don't drink people. I do my best to survive off donated blood, well not donated to me per-say, but blood transfusions and on occasion, wild animals.
My story truly begins at the hands of the Old Man. He's the one that turned me. Now he ain't the one who made me who I am today. The Old Man, I thought, time ago, was a God. Turns out, I was way off. I used to work for him, as a pirate. Life on the sea was blissful yet I was living in ignorance. After meeting a beautiful Greek woman, Andrea, I decided to leave the life I knew behind and run away with her. She was the first woman I ever truly loved. After the nest ratted me out, the Old Man decided to kill me, which sent me straight to Purgatory. Life was certainly the opposite of a pleasure cruise after that.