Astronaut4: Trust issues

Hanakael swallowed hard. "I know. It's just- there are moments in which you are mesmerizing." He held Crowley's gaze, trying to tone down his own desire at the moment. Damn, when had it become hard at all. No pun intended.

Crowley's smile widened as he walked up to the angel. His figure itself seemed... different. It commanded attention, and it oozed power. It was still a bit exhilarating, but he was getting used to it. "Well...", he drawled, eyes slowly looking up and down, lingering on various points of his body. "... I could say the same. So, shall we?", he finished, walking over. And smacking his butt. Because he could.

Hanakael genuinely gasped when he felt that slap on his ass. He swallowed hard again and followed Crowley, even if he made no comment about what had just happened.
He'd take his revenge sooner or later.

Crowley took a hold of Hanakael's hand and, with just a snap of his fingers, they were back in his old mansion, in the throne room. Scaring the hell out of some poor demons that were around.

Once they were done squeaking around in fear, one of the demons - the one that usually harrassed Hanakael with cat videos blinked, and gulped. "My Lord. We, erh. Were not expecting you back so soon," he said after a while, his voice shaking. Of course, the news about the birth of a Devil had reached Hell, and they had passed the word on. And honestly, demons didn't know whether it had anything to do with Crowley or not.

"Yes, I can imagine how thrilled you are to have me back", Crowley commented flatly, walking up to his throne. He left Hanakael's hand only when he reached it and then he flopped down, crossing his legs. "So. How are things going in my happy kingdom", he asked with a smile. He was definitely different, but no one could really guess.

No one could guess, indeed. In fact, the demons were quite bewildered by the fact that he had held Hanakael's hand so long, and since none of them was particularly smart, they didn't draw the right conclusions. "Well, erh, your majesty," the demon said - Gerald. His name was Gerald - "We've heard of the rise of a... angels call it a Devil," he said cautiously. "We've actually yet to see whether this is true or not."

Crowley hummed, scratchung his chin. Seemingly very uninterested. "Is that so", he said simply, getting up again. "Would said Devil have something like these?" He unfurled his wings in all their glory, with supreme nonchalance. "What do you say. Voices real enough for you?"

The demons all gasped with both bewilderness and fear, some even stepping further away from the throne.
"B-But the rumor said that it'd make you the soulmate of a-" Gerald's gaze wandered over to Hanakael, whose eyes flashed red for a moment. "....... Oh," was the only thing he was able to say, before he bowed to his King. The other demons soon imitated him.

Crowley's face opened in the most self-satisfied, shit-eating grin he had ever sported. He sat down on his throne again, slowly. He left his wings out though, stretched to their maximum width. "I don't think I will ever have authority problems ever again", he whispered to Hanakael.

Hanakael held back a short, breathless laugh. "I doubt even angels would dare to confront you now. You look magnificent," he commented in a whisper, as he looked at Crowley with fondness.

"As you do, darling." Crowley took a hold of Hanakael's hand and kissed his knuckles with fondness, slowly and gently. Then he lifted his gaze and... he just stared at the angel, his expression slowly dissolving in awe. He could see his soulmate's face. He could see a small, bright snrak peek of his true visage. And it was glorious.

"...What is it?" Hanakael had seen the new face of Crowley already, which is also one of the reasons why he finds him magnificent. However, he has no clue that maybe, just maybe, the demon could see his angelic face.

Crowley didn't stop staring, not even now that Hanakael was looking at him. "Your... face. Your face is so bright, and beautiful", he murmured, so low it was almost difficult to hear him. "It's like getting to see a scorch of Heaven itself."

"... You're seeing my true face?" Hanakael beamed. Almost litterally, because he unleashed a bit of his own essence for Crowley to witness.

Crowley had to shield his eyes a bit. Damn, that was so bright it almost hurt. "Yes", he simply answered. "And you are truly magnificent, darling. I've... never seen anything that comes as close to perfect as that." He was glad he was speaking in a low voice, because he didn't want any of his underlings to hear him acting like a lovestruck teenage girl.

His subjects were actually too busy screeching because their eyes were burning them. Hanakael toned down his angelic aura, frowning slightly. They would recover, he told himself.

Crowley threw a quick glance to his henchmen. Then he looked at Hanakael again. "Hana, sweetheart. Could you heal them up a little bit, and... keep that vision only for me? I wish to be the only one to witness your true beauty", he murmured to him, kissing his hand again.

Hanakael nodded, and offered Crowley a brief smile. He then went to heal each demon one by one, as the King himself had requested. Gerald almost cried with thankfullness.

Crowley just observed his lover. He thought about just how terrifying and beautiful Hanakael could be. But he didn't know much of that terrible side of him. He knew the adorably awkward one pretty well, though. And he enjoyed that, very much.

Hanakael took his place by Crowley's side as soon as he was done, and the demons all exchanged looks, waiting for their King to ask anything out of them. Do you want to move on to a later scene ?