You were the Queen of Hell. Respected, feared. Everyone loved you, especially after Crowleys awful attempt at ruling the kingdom, you were a much much better fit to rule hell.

There was just one thing, a person, that was the bane of your existence. Lucifer himself. Annoying fucking bastard. Arrogant, rude, sarcastic. He constantly flirted to piss anyone off.

For years Crowley, Sam, Dean and Castiel had been chasing Lucifer, trying everything they could to capture and kill him or put him back in his cage. But thanks to fucking Crowley, he was still alive.

Sam and Dean got help from Rowena and used a spell to trap Lucifer into this.. thing.. from the British Men of Letters, but Crowley tweaked the spell. Lucifers soul went right back into his old vessel, chained with the same metal that created his cage.

After Crowley gives up the thrown, you stepped up. So now, Lucifer is a permanent problem. Like an infection that refuses to flush out, a dumb puppy that won’t leave you alone.

Currently you were sat on your throne, reading through new terms and conditions for differing deals and checking up on some of the new souls, making orders. Lucifer is chained and kneeled next to you, his head lowered. You can sense his presence. He wants to say something.