the air thick with tension. Y/N, the formidable Queen of Hell, stood facing Crowley, her husband and the King. Their argument had escalated beyond anything they had ever experienced before

“You think you can just undermine me like that?” Crowley spat, his eyes blazing with anger. “I am the King of Hell, and you will respect my decisions!”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her own fury matching his. “Respect? You think respect is earned by belittling me in front of our subjects? You crossed a line Crowley “