Fergie (Crowley) · @BlackEyedQueen
6th Oct 2016 from TwitLonger
Mommy Dearest
The tip of the needle desperately close to her skin. The blood dripping from the tip. Life seemed so sequential since her dearest brother gotten the throne. Fergie seemed to be left in the shadows, yet again. Or so she thought.
A few knocks on the door of the home in which she had temporarily invaded.
Awesome, who the hell could this be at this hour? Hopefully not some girl scout looking to sell cookies but that thought was amusing to make a deal with a 13 year old for the most sells in her division. That would be rather interesting and something she could rub into her brother's face.
Opening the door...was a mistake.
There stood in all her asshole glory was mother. Those bright ruby locks turned with a bright smile. That fake 'I want something from you smile.' The last time she had seen that smile was when mother had decided to trade Fergus for three pigs. "Fergie, darling."
Rolling her eyes, she was half tempted to slam the door in her face instead she opened it and sighed, "What do you want, mother?"
"Oh, Fergie, is that any way to greet your mother who just stopped in to see her baby girl?"
"With you...there is always a reason...what do you want?"
Rowena looked around the room clearly unimpressed with the conditions as she kicked the dead human on the floor. Hiding her disgust she turns and smiled brightly at her, "You know rumor around the mill is that your brother...has taken control of the throne."
"Yes, so?"
"Oh my dearest, Fergie. Don't you think that is a wee bit unfair?"
"Unfair?"
"Oh and how would you know? You left when we were 8 years old."
"My darling." Rowena moved and took Fergie by her face brushing a few locks out of it, "I didn't want to leave you behind but I knew that brother of yours could not look after himself if I took you with me."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head moving out of Rowena's grasp. "Let's flattering and get to the point, mother."
"Very well."
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That's how it started. That's why she was in Hell now, standing at the gates of /her/ throne room. The little shit, stole it from her. Clearly she was the more cleaver sibling. Her sales were higher than his, her schemes much more successful. Most of all, she was much more better looking.
"Crowley...."
She opened the door, her red red lace cape flowing behind her. Bright eyes glaring at her smug brother sitting on the throne. One of the lower demons tried to stop her but ended up meeting the short end of the wall.
She stood before him. It had been years since they had come face to face but the question was why were they doing so now?