Chapter 1

WOW: Chain. Vague spoilers for 6.22 - 'The Man Who Knew Too Much'.

I bring you a 200-word excusion into the wit and wisdom of everyone's favourite arch-demon, scheming liar, double-crossing snake and all round smart-arse.

a/n I've reverted to Brit-speak in honour of Crowley!

Disclaimer: I don't own Crowley, and to be honest I'm rather glad I don't.


Crowley wiped his bloodstained hands, strolling away from the eviscerated cadaver on the gurney, smoothing his hair as he went.

Necromancy was such an under-appreciated art; whoever would have thought he could track down that pain-in-the-arse angel by studying some dead bloke's liver?

Most demons didn't understand it's elegant subtlety, the fine nuances of it's skilful application; but then he wasn't most demons.

That's why he was King of Hell and those other hell-spawn further down the chain were just mindless cretins who weren't fit to lick his last customer's entrails off his finely cut Italian shoes.

It was good to be the King.



btw: Ignore the original title - In orignally posted this in error as 'King of Heaven'. Please excuse my poor addled, inadequate brain!