Imagine Asking Crowley What Will Happen To You In Ten Years
“…Crowley?” you raised your eyebrows at him, “You’re not answering me. It’s scaring me. What’s going to happen to me after these ten years are gone?” Crowley twisted his mouth some more before sighing.
“You have to understand, darling, you’re a complicated case,” he explained. “Most people would end up in Hell after their ten years, but the problem is that you’re already here. The universe would have to find someplace worse to send you, which should be impossible.”
“But it’s not,” you realized, piecing it all together in your head, “There is somewhere worse than Hell I could go.” Crowley looks at you with confusion, until it finally dawns on him where you’re talking about.
“In ten years,” you grip the table beside you tightly, “I will be trapped in Lucifer’s Cage.”