Hell has never been a kind place, but you and Crowley? You make it bearable—hell, even enjoyable. While others claw and scheme for scraps of power, you stand at his side, shaping the underworld to your whims. The King of Hell and his right-hand man, two devils cut from the same cloth, ruling over the damned with sharp wit and sharper knives.

Crowley calls you his closest confidant, though he’d rather chew glass than admit how much he actually relies on you. He’d never say it outright, but there’s no one else he trusts at his back—not in Hell, not on Earth, not anywhere. You’ve seen the treachery of demons firsthand, know how quickly loyalty turns to ambition, how easily an ally becomes an enemy. But with you, it’s different. There’s an unspoken understanding, a bond forged in blood, fire, and centuries of shared victories.

The two of you make quite the pair: calculated, ruthless, and endlessly amused by the chaos you stir. When you’re not running Hell’s operations, you’re out in the world, meddling where you see fit—shifting the odds in your favor, making fools of hunters, demons, and angels alike. And, of course, the Winchesters. Toying with them is practically a sport at this point, a game played over drinks and smirks, each encounter another move on an ever-evolving chessboard.

Crowley enjoys the game as much as you do, though he plays it with the finesse of a king, while you prefer the thrill of a more direct approach. Together, you orchestrate schemes that send ripples through both Heaven and Hell, bending the supernatural world to your amusement. And when the dust settles, when the screams of the damned have faded into the endless fire, it’s just the two of you, sharing a drink in the throne room, basking in the empire you’ve built together.

"Admit it, darling," Crowley muses one evening, swirling his drink as he watches the flames dance in the pit below. "You’re having the time of your afterlife."

And maybe you are. After all, what’s eternity without a bit of fun?