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Crowley had lost count of the days since Armageddon had started, lost track of the how long he had been captured, and he no longer cared. All he knew was that he had been Heaven’s prisoner long enough for his hair to grow the length it was the night he delivered the antichrist to the nuns. The cuffs were digging into wrists, burning his flesh as he hung from one of the rafters, waiting for his captors to torture him some more. He gave up believing his friend Aziraphale was going to save him. Crowley could feel his body twitching as he watched Uriel and Gabriel walk around him. The cuffs prevented him from healing, but he no longer cared. His body had been bruised and broken since he was first captured. Nothing the Angel’s did to him really bothered him, for what bothered him the most was not stopping Adam from starting Armageddon, and for losing the only friend he ever had in his 6,000 years on Earth.
“We do thank you Crowley.” Gabriel spoke. Crowley watched as the Angel looked at the tools on the table, and knew that Gabriel was looking for something to cause pain. Though Crowley was sure that the Angels had used just about every single tool on the table to cause him pain. “You delivered the antichrist, though the mix up did occur, you single handily created the M25 London Orbital, and you helped once again in finding the antichrist so that he could kick start Armageddon. For a demon, you did more than most to make sure that Armageddon happened.” Crowley simply looked at the Angel, wishing that Gabriel would just choke on his tongue already.
Crowley dropped his head, not caring what tool Gabriel was looking at, he just wanted to get it over with. “Oh, just shut it you annoying bastard.” He pulled at his wrists, hoping that he could finally slip free of the cuffs, despite knowing the only way he could was with an Angel miracle. “I tried to stop the end of the world.” Crowley couldn’t help but flinch when Gabriel slammed his fist down on the table.
Gabriel slowly turned his head towards the snake and Crowley pulled at his wrists once again. “You did, but you failed. Adam fulfilled his destiny, though we are working to find him and destroy him.” Crowley watched as Gabriel slowly approach him, and he saw that Gabriel was holding both a knife and some holy water. “That’s why we worked with the demons to ensure your capture. No one is ever coming for you snake. You will be our prisoner, for a very long time.” Cowley watched as Gabriel passed the knife to Uriel. “Would you do the honors Uriel.”
“With pleasure.” Uriel replied. Crowley watched as she lifted the blessed blade and slowly dragged it across his bare chest.
The blade burned as he felt the blade rip apart his skin. He bit his lip, holding back the scream of pain he wanted to let out. This torture was nothing new, for he still bore the marks of where he had been cut by the blade before. Crowley hated that he could still feel the pain, for he was hoping that his body would have gone numb by now. Another drag of the blade, and all he did was hiss out in pain. He would not give the Angels the pleasure of hearing him scream in pain, for that was a rare sound for him to make. A few more slashes later and he watched as Uriel walked away to clean the blade. Crowley could feel the blood slowly trickle down his body, and he knew that the marks would simply join the others on his body. He forced his eyes to look at Gabriel, and watched as the Angel filled a dripper with the holy water. “Not thirsty. So, I’ll pass on the water.” He knew the Angels weren’t trying to get information from him, they were simply torturing him for the pleasure of torturing. “Does the Almighty know her angels are resorting to torture? That’s very Demon like.”
“God, knows what we are doing. And she has not said anything yet.” Gabriel smugly spoke. Crowley knew that should he ever get free, he was going to wipe that smug look off Gabriel’s face. That’s probably why he got along with Aziraphale, he was the one Angel who didn’t act like he was better than anyone Crowley tried not to think about his friend, for he did not want those memories tainted by the pain and torture he was undergoing. “Let’s continue. But remember we do this because we truly do thank you Crowley, for you were instrumental in setting Armageddon into action.”
“Just get it over with you fucking…ahhh!” Crowley couldn’t hold back his scream as Gabriel slowly dripped holy water onto his open wounds. Normally he could hiss and ignore it, but he was caught by surprise. “Bastard!” Crowley hissed through clenched teeth. The holy water was burning into his body, and he could feel his skin burning away where the water touched. It wasn’t enough to kill him, for that was something the Angel’s would not allow. “What’s the point in me being your prisoner! You never question me, only torture!” He watched as Gabriel walked around him, and then he hissed out in pain as he felt another drop of holy water land on his lower back.
“This should make our play time later fun.” Gabriel whispered into his ear, so only he could hear it. Those words sent chills down his spin, and that was rare for an Angel to do to a Demon. Crowley watched as Gabriel walked in front of him and walk back to the table, and placed the holy water back on the table. Both Gabriel and Uriel turned and faced him. All he wanted to do was watch those two burn in Hellfire. “I think we are done for now.”
Crowley watched as Gabriel snapped his fingers, and the chains on the cuffs vanished, and he felt he body hit the ground hard. He hated that the cuffs still stayed on his wrists, for he would like a chance to heal his body. Crowley felt hands grabbing his arms, and felt that he was being dragged out of the room, feeling both relief and dread. He wanted to stand, to at least lessen the pain on his feet, but he had no energy, and the wounds to his body were still fresh. The sounds of Demons being tortured were echoed in the hall, but he knew the sounds would fade shortly. Crowley was kept in probably the most secure room in Heaven, and the most isolated. As he predicted, the sounds of Demon’s being tortured disappeared, and then they were in a hallway, with a single door at the end. It was his room, and he dreaded it more than anything the Angels have done to him. He felt the two Angels that were dragging him toss him into the room and the consecrated floor burned his body. When the door closed, he slowly dragged his body to the bed, trying to find relief from the ground.
He slowly climbed onto the bed and laid on his back, ignoring the pain coursing through his body. Crowley mindlessly tugged at the cuffs, somehow hoping that they would break. “Aziraphale. Did you make it out of the war, or were you killed?” Just thinking about his best friend hurt worse than anything the Angels had done to him, even more than what Gabriel has been doing to him. Just thinking about that day, it still hurt, how close he and Aziraphale came to stopping Armageddon.
They had just arrived as Adam was facing off against the Four Horsemen, and he thought they would win. It seemed so perfect, but something happened. Adam turned towards his friends, and it seemed that he brained washed them into standing next to a Horseman. Crowley watched as Adam’s eyes turned red and the small dog, grew big once again, a true Hell Hound.
“Time for the Earth to fall and the gates of Hell to open!” Adam shouted. Crowley looked around and saw that Aziraphale had vanished. He couldn’t believe it, for he just got his friend back, and now his friend was gone once again. “Horsemen time to start the end of the world.”
Crowley watched as the Horsemen and the kids that came with Adam start to move with that command and Crowley didn’t know what was happening. He watched the ground start to break and he knew that Armageddon was happening. Crowley quickly turned heel and ran. He ran and ran, and found a place to hide.
The sounds of the Earth ending, the sounds of Angels and Demons fighting rang throughout the building he was hiding in. The end of the world, Crowley hid from it for a few days, until he decided to venture out of his hiding spot. That was when the Angels ambushed him, and captured him. That was when his torture began, and then the worse that happened.
Crowley shuddered as he thought about his first few days of captivity, and he knew that the torment was coming soon. He was just trying to enjoy the little reprieve he was getting, off the consecrated ground. Yet, it would be nothing, heck he would wish for it, once he came into the cell. What he did was the worse torture Crowley endured during his time of captivity, and he knew that his tormentor always found new ways to make him suffer more. The sound of the door opening sent a chill through his body, and painfully, Crowley turned towards the door and watched as he entered his cell. “Didn’t you get your fill already you bastard?” Speaking hurt, and all he wanted was for the cuffs to be removed so he could heal his body.
“The fun show torture part in front of Uriel, yes.” Gabriel spoke. Crowley watched as the Angel closed the door and approached the bed. Areas that he thought were healed began to throb, and he forced his body against the wall. He’d rather the burning of the wall on his back than what the Angel Gabriel planned to do to him. “Our playtime is about to begin.”
“Does the Almighty know you do this?” Crowley hissed out. He just couldn’t think that God would allow one of her Angels to do what Gabriel was going to do to him again. It never stopped the Angel, and Crowley wished he had his powers. If he had his powers, he could heal himself, stop Gabriel, and escape Heaven. Instead he was powerless, and just watched as Gabriel walked closer to him. The intentions clear on the Angel’s face, and Crowley just hoped, strange notion for a Demon to do, that Gabriel would not cause much pain.
Crowley watched as Gabriel snapped his fingers, and he was laying on his stomach, chains reattached to the cuffs and his arms were spread out. The same was done to his legs, and Crowley pulled at the restraints. This was what he was dreading, and it was the only thing that he feared. The opened wounds of his chest rubbed against the sheets of the bed, and stung, but he would rather deal with that pain than the pain that Gabriel was going to do to him. “Don’t you like our playtime, snake? It is a lot of fun.”
Crowley pulled at the restraints, hating that he couldn’t fight back. He hated how Gabriel’s hand was slowly stroking his back, slowly tracing the marks that had been left from his time as the Angel’s prisoner. “So, the Almighty…ahhh!” He couldn’t help but hiss out in pain as Gabriel pressed on the fresh burn mark from the holy water. Crowley knew that Gabriel always enjoyed torturing him, building up the pain he would endure soon. “You are a pompous bastard!”
“The Almighty knows all that her Angel’s do.” Gabriel sternly spoke. “She knows of our playtime, and knows that we torture you. Otherwise we would not be able to do what we do to you.” The words made Crowley’s skin crawl, and he knew what was to come. He listened for the other snap, and then he knew he was completely naked and exposed to the Angel. Crowley didn’t think about how abused he was back there. “And with all our playtime, you look so inviting back here.”
The words were like poison to his ears, and he knew what was coming. He could hear Gabriel stripping out of his clothing, and knew that he would be feeling pain very shortly. “I will escape and…mmmppphhh!” Crowley couldn’t believe that Gabriel had gagged him, for the Angel usually enjoyed his screaming. He pulled at the restraints as he felt Gabriel climb onto the bed. The Angel’s lips were peppering him with kisses along the neck and back. All the while, he could feel Gabriel’s hands exploring his body, pressing onto wounds that were fresh and old, causing him extreme pain, and he knew that that pain was nothing to what Gabriel was building up to.
“I rather enjoy our playtime, snake.” Gabriel whispered into Crowley’s ear. Crowley tried to pull his head away, only to feel Gabriel’s hand entangle in his hair and pull his head up. “Don’t you dare try to turn your head away from me snake. You are my personal play thing, my favorite play thing. I think we get started with our playtime, though I am afraid it will be shorter than normal.”
Crowley wanted to tell Gabriel to burn in the fires as Hell, but the gag prevented him from saying anything. He felt Gabriel release his hair and his head hit the pillow. Crowley could feel Gabriel’s fingers in his hole, and he groaned out in pain as he felt those fingers opening his hole. Bastard! Crowley knew what Gabriel was doing, and then he felt it. He felt Gabriel’s member at his hole, and Crowley groaned behind the gag. He thought by now he would no longer feel pain, but Gabriel found a way to make sure that each time was just as painful as the last. Slowly he felt Gabriel’s cock entering him, and he could tell that Gabriel was enjoying the pain he was causing. When I escape, I will make his death torturous. The pain was intense as he felt Gabriel slowly pull out, and the slowly go back in. Crowley knew that Gabriel was going slowly, just to build up to the rough part shortly.
“No matter how many times we have our playtime, you just always seem so tight, snake.” Gabriel gleefully spoke. Crowley knew the reason why, for Gabriel would always miracle he hole to be tight. “I would like to enjoy more time, but as I said earlier, our playtime will be quick this time. I’m afraid only this hole will be used today. Next time I will be sure to start with your mouth, snake.”
All the sudden, Crowley felt Gabriel tighten his grip on his waist and then the Angel was slamming into him. The pain was intense, and the bed was rocking with each thrust from Gabriel. Crowley wanted to scream, to do something, but the gag prevented him from calling out. All Crowley could do was moan behind the gag, hoping that Gabriel would be true to his word and make this quick. The pain was intense, and Crowley swore that the Angel used a miracle to make his dick larger than normal. It felt as though it was ripping his hole apart, and the force that Gabriel was using was driving him forward. Crowley just wanted to rest, and for there to be a day in his captivity where the Angels would leave him alone, but he knew that that would never happen. The only part of him that never hurt were his wings, for they seemed that those were the only things that the Angel’s left alone. He could feel Gabriel’s nails digging into his sides, felt his pace quicken, and then he felt it. Gabriel’s release entering him, and it felt disgusting. Crowley already knew that Gabriel was going to make it so that his release would remain in him. He shuddered as the Angel slowly pulled out of him, and hoped that Gabriel was going to leave him alone for a while. Yet something was different, for he felt Gabriel’s hands exploring his back. And then a strange pressure, and he had no control of his wings appearing.
“Your black wings, so nice, untouched, and undamaged.” Gabriel whispered. Crowley tried to bring his wings back in, to protect them, but whatever Gabriel had done, his wings would not retract. For once in his long life, he felt fear, and he pulled at the restraints with all the strength he had left. He didn’t want his wings to suffer, and he hoped that Gabriel would only continue to touch them. “I think I have a few minutes to have a bit more fun with you, snake.”
Crowley couldn’t stop himself from breathing heavily, and then a scream was ripped from his throat, behind the gag. The pain was the most intense he felt in all his days of captivity, and he listened as blood slowly dripped to the floor. He didn’t have to look for he felt Gabriel’s hands grab his left wing, and then the twist. The twist that broke his wing, bone showing through, and blood slowly dripping to the floor. Crowley thought it was over, but another scream was ripped from him as he felt the same happen to his right wing. He didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see what Gabriel had done to his wings. “Now I have claimed all of you, snake.” He didn’t care what the Angel said, for now there was no part of his body that hadn’t been abused or broken by Gabriel. “I’ll come back later to make up for our playtime being cut short. After all the war is still going on.”
Crowley just listened as Gabriel began to walk away, and then a snap. He hoped that the snap would only make the chains disappear, when in fact, it made the whole bed disappear. Once his body hit the ground, he was hissing out in pain, listening to Gabriel laugh. The door closed, and Crowley painful turned on his back, not caring that the consecrated ground burned his back. For the first time in 6,000 years’ tears filled his eyes, for he turned his head from side to side and couldn’t believe the damage done to his wings. Crowley just let the pain over take him, and slowly lost consciousness, hoping that rescue would come for him.