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Gorgeous green rolling hills, ancient castles, crumbling stone walls, and a beautiful cemetary set against wonderful scenery. It is a picturesque Scottish landscape, complete with a white picket fence somewhere along the line. Anyone would want to live there.
This is where Crowley lived, died, and was buried. He hates it.
Hell :: Lucifer's Reign
Fire. Brimstone. Chains. Blood. Pain and suffering and miles upon miles upon miles of despair and hopelessness. You cannot see the end, nor can you see the beginning. It is endless torture, endless suffering, and endless pain. Pointless, chaotic, and horrifically cruel.
Crowley spent far too long being tortured and eviscerated on the racks of Hell before he eventually cracked and became a twisted abomination of a soul that is considered a demon. He loathes this place. It isn't a very fond memory.
The Altar
It is a church -- or, rather, what remains of one. It is littered with chaos -- a practically vaporized surrounding, with a barely intact frame, and a large circle burnt into the ground, with blood and magic soaking the foundation of what was once a holy ground for God. There are stone steps and a cracked white altar, blood stains upon it.
This is where Lilith, the demon that Crowley served loyally, sacrificed herself to make Lucifer rise from the Cage. Crowley visited the scene of her death once. He never went back to see it again.
The Crossroads
It isn't anything uniquely special -- a crossroads underneath a highway intersection, with gravel, and a freshly dug spot of dirt. There isn't much to see or hear save for the rushing of cars and the hole in the ground, with the tiniest spot of a tin box sticking out from it.
Crowley is a crossroads demon, by trade. And he's good at it. This particular point in time is important to Crowley, simply because later that week, Crowley betrays the Devil himself -- but it's pretty impossible to tell that from the surroundings, unless you know who he is and what, exactly, happened.
Hell :: Crowley's Reign
An endless line, stretched down an endless hallway, lit by flickering florescent lights. There is a ticket holder, where the condemned must take a ticket, and stand in line for all of eternity. A humbling of the arrogant, the violent, and the mad -- Hades transformed into something that is not a demon creating factory. There are offices, that are offshoots, but the doors are closed, and you cannot see what is behind them. However, there is little indication that there is much to be seen behind them, save for what they are -- filing rooms.
Crowley's pride and joy. He took Hell as it was and transformed it into something more humane. The purpose is not to create demons. It is to take away pride. Force the enraged and selfish and horrible to be demoted into every other man's worst nightmare -- being treated like every other damnable piece of shit in the world. And what better way to do that create a hellish replica of the DMV?
Hell :: Crowley's Domain
It is lavish, a perfect replica of Crowley's favorite manor -- you know, the one Lucifer and his demons burnt down in an attempt to kill him for delivering the Colt to Sam and Dean Winchester. There are leather chairs, a well-stocked liquor cabinet, fine rugs, and a large screen television set, that seems to be playing nothing in particular. It is calm, clean, and secluded -- filled with nice things for someone who wants nice things. Entirely materialistic, but well-used and well-liked.
No one else in Hell is allowed to enter this area. It is his personal sanctuary.
Bobby Singer's House :: Top Floor & Basement
Bobby's house is old, damp, filled with termites, mismatched furniture, books in seventeen different languages, and numerous devil's traps underneath the rugs and embedded into the ceilings. It is, quite simply, not the place you want to be if you are the typical demon. Luckily for Crowley, he is not a typical demon -- and this place, while disgusting and dirty and somewhat horrid, is looked upon with some modicum of amusement.
This is because Bobby Singer is the only individual to ever one-up the King of Hell and live to tell the tale.
Bastard.
The Laboratory
It's dark -- the airs of what was once pristine and immaculate, but now littered with equipment, a broken gurney, and blood on the floors. There is a wall that is cracked, indented, as if someone has been thrown into it, but most importantly, there is a strange sigil on the wall, written in what appears to be blood, along with a scattering of papers on the floor. A dark, dismal, relatively empty and hopeless place.
This is where Crowley, quite frankly, lost everything he had ever worked for. The beginnings of the opening of Purgatory -- a failed experiment that led to the destruction of their world.
