@starofthemorning cont.
His eyes burning with hatred and literally glowing with suppressed power, Lucifer fell to his knees. Other than the promise of pain in his gaze the devil’s face was blank, almost calm. The command was clear enough for the collar around his neck to drive him down further. Lucifer bent forward and pressed his vessel’s lips against the dark leather of Crowley’s shoes with intensity. The devil didn’t half ass anything, it seemed.
Oh what a glorious sight. Crowley would give anything to have this on tape, to have someone record it and put it on the internet so nobody could ever erase it from his memory. He was watching the other calmly, his guard up just in case the collar ended up too weak to control an Archangel, but so far it looked good. Far too good, actually. “That’s a good boy. That’s a good feeling, isn’t it?”
















