God knows that I was happy, that was until the apocalypse failed and my father became the new king of hell. When that happened the man I loved became someone I didn't even recognize. They say that power corrupts and in his case that was true. My name is Sorcha Annabella McLeod; I am the daughter of Fergus Rodric McLeod or as he is better known as Crowley, King of Hell. I was born back when my father had been freshly made a Demon, my mortal mother didn't want me as I reminded her of her deal she had made to save her own skin.

She was dying from some rare disease that would later be called Leprosy, when she came to a crossroads and offered my father anything to live. When he had said that he wanted her to bare his child she didn't even blink twice as she agreed. Nine months later I was born my mother wouldn't even look at me or hold me, all she called me was an abomination and told one of the hand maidens to take me to the river and drown me. Little did she know my father had decided to use her hand maiden as a vessel. My father looked down at me and at first scowled that I had been born a girl then smiled as I looked up at him and smiled brightly.

My father raised me in hell. Now I know what you all may think hell is a dark and dreary place, maybe for mortals but I had been born immortal. Hell was the only place I felt safe, especially with my best friend and teacher Meg. My father didn't care for her but to me she was the closest thing to a mom I had ever had. For centuries I helped my father claim souls he acquired through his deals. After a few hundred years you get tired of constantly dragging people to hell and it was starting to show on my face that I was tired. My father ignored my constant pleas to go upstairs and live a normal life. He told me that when Lucifer came back I would be the first on his list of rouge demons to kill.


After that I kept my mouth shut that was until Alastair acquired a new soul to torture. He seemed ecstatic to torture this soul, more than he had in centuries for all the other souls he had tortured. I would often wait till he left and sneak in and check on this soul. Although he was covered in blood and his body was torn to shreds from Alistair's torture I knew he was special. "Who the hell are you?" he coughs up blood as he stares at me wide eyed. "I'm not going to hurt you," I pull a bottle of water out of thin air and slowly walk over to him. I look around to make sure no one is watching as I quickly give him a drink. I contemplate freeing him but I knew once Lucifer came back he would kill me for sure. So every day I would sneak back in to see him and give him water.


One day he asked me a question I didn't want to answer, "Why do you help me?" I run my fingers over his cuts slowly healing them as I say, "I don't know," he rolls his eyes and then winces as one of the wounds closes. "I shouldn't even be helping you but for some reason I can't help myself." He smirks and I let out a sigh. "Look not all Demon's are the same, especially me." I look away from him and then hear someone coming. "I have to go." I say as I quickly stand up. "Will you be back?" he asks and I smile as I say, "Of course." I visited him for almost a year when something inside of him changed. He started torturing innocent souls for Alistair. I couldn't bear to look at him the same way after that, his innocent soul tainted by the harm he was causing others.


I stopped visiting him after that, and became shut off to the world. I locked myself in my room away from all the hiatus of the Apocalypse. It was a few years later when I finally decided to come out of my bedroom. I quickly make my way to my father's room and see him smiling like a lunatic. "Father, what's going on?" I ask as I slowly enter his room. "Sorcha my child, you are looking at the new King of Hell." I fall back a few steps and say, "What about Lucifer and the Apocalypse?" He smiles as he says, "With a little help for yours truly Lucifer was sent back to the box and the Apocalypse was averted." I look around the room as I say, "How?" He smiles as he says, "Oh that's right you've been in protest for the last few years, well let me bring you up to speed." He quickly tells me about Sam and Dean Winchester and how they had stopped the Apocalypse and a bunch of other disasters along with my father's help.


"What the hell is a Leviathan?" I ask as I let everything sink in. "Nasty creatures good thing we sent the daddy of them back to Purgatory." 

"What about the Winchester's?" I ask and he rolls his eyes, "Those mud monkeys, one of them is still in purgatory and the other I haven't the slightest clue." I run a hand through my hair and then silently take my leave. As I walk through hell I look around to try and find Meg. All of the sudden I hear a scream and I run over to it to see her being be tortured. "What do you think you're doing?!" I scream out at them as I run over to her side. "Hey red, long time no see." She says as she coughs up blood. "Miss Sorcha you're not supposed to be here. I'm under strict orders by your father to..." I hear the sound of his neck break and I smile, "Come on I've got to get you out of here." I say as I burn myself grabbing the silver chains and ripping them off her.

"You do realize your daddy's gonna be pissed." I roll my eyes as I say, "Don't you think it's about time I blow this joint?" She smiles as she nods at me. As I sneak her out of hell I say, "Once we're out I have to make a trip to Purgatory." 

"Why the hell would you want to go there?" She asks as her wounds start to heal. "There is someone there I have to take care of." She stares at me as we make our way to out of hell and to a motel outside of Wichita. "You'll be safe here for now, my father may be smart but that last person he'll suspect is me." I say as I walk over to bathroom and wash the demon blood off my face. "You listen to me, you better be careful." I hear her say and I smile, "Of course, I'm a McLeod." She smiles as she says, "You know you would of made one hell of a demon." I smile as I hug her and disappear.

When I look around I am in a forest but it seems off. All of the sudden I am surrounded by a group of Vampires and I smile as I create a sword from thin air and quickly decapitate all but one. He looks at me and I smile as my eyes turn black. He tries to run but he can't, "Please don't kill me!" he pleads and I smile, "If you tell me what I want to know I won't kill you." He looked old like he was born in the 1800's of course I was older than him but his long chocolate hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Where is the Winchester?" I ask my voice becoming distorted. "I don't know!" he screams out as I bite the side of my cheek. "That's not what I want to hear." I say as I stab the vampire in the stomach. I knew it wouldn't kill him but it would get the point across. He screams out in agony and I smile, "I'm only gonna ask one more time, where is the Winchester?" Before he is able to answer his head is cut off by a tall muscular man in an old time black coat.


"Who are you?" I ask sword ready in my hand. He smiles and I see his vampire teeth as he says, "The names Benny, and I have a feeling we can help each other out." I raise an eyebrow as I say, "Go on," He smiles as he says, "Let's just say I know where to find the human." I smile as I let my eyes turn back to their emerald green. "If I may ask what's in it for you?" He tilts his head to the side as he says, "I want out, and he's my ride." 

"And how are you gonna convince his to help you?" He shakes his head as he says, "Guess I'll think of way." I smile as I say, "Then by all means lead the way." He smiles as he offers me his arm. I walk over and take it without a second thought. "Shall we?" he says and I smile as he leads me toward the Winchester.