Imagine Crowley having a small daughter and making time to play with her.
“No, Daddy! You have to use your pinky when you drink your tea!” the little girl sitting across from him scolded. Her long dark hair was messily braided into two strands that laid perfectly across her small frame.
It was no surprise that Crowley’s daughter was just as bossy as he was, and she would rather die than submit to someone else. Maybe that was what got her into trouble all the time, but look who her father was. The one and only king of hell.
“Princess,” Crowley said calmly, “Daddy is grown man. It wasn’t meant for me to.”
“Oh, don’t be a sissy.”
Small snickers sounded from the door of the throne room as a group of demons watched in amusement as their leader drank from a small tea cup with his pinky raised high into the air. It didn’t bother him much because he knew that later on they would pay. Besides, he may look a little funny, but the smile on his little girl’s face was priceless. He would do anything for his flesh and blood.
“Oh! Once the tea party is done, I made you a flower crown that matches mine! Now we can be pretty together, Daddy!” she giggled.
Crowley only smiled and chuckled. “Oh dear, what ever will I do with you, little one? You realize that Daddy isn’t a girl. He is a prideful king, not a queen.”
She only scoffed and crossed her arms. “And who said flower crowns were for girls only?”
“Well, no one-”
“Okay, then. We’ll look pretty together!”
Requested by nonnie