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Multiversal WIP: Crowley from Universe Alpha-19743
By: Raven Tepes Date: December 9, 2025, 10:55 pm
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“Ah, the sweetest music is the tremor in a mortal’s breath when
they step willingly into their own undoing. I don’t force
them—no, I merely whisper, and desire does the rest. They crave
the fire, and I… I simply fan the spark.
It’s art, really. Guiding them toward the very temptation they
were already reaching for. And when they finally fall? Their
hearts racing, their wills trembling?
That’s when I smile—because there’s no joy quite like watching a
human thank you for the chains they asked to wear.”
~ Crowley, the fifth son of Asmodeus
“Most mortals adore my smile—soft, warm, inviting. They mistake
it for kindness. It’s amusing… until it isn’t. Because the
moment someone forgets who I am, the moment they presume too
much?
Oh, the shift is instant. One heartbeat I’m velvet and honey,
the next I’m the storm clawing at their soul.
Charm is my mask, intimidation my truth. And if they see both in
the same breath… that’s when they finally understand why
Asmodeus calls me his favorite monster.”
~ Crowley
A dimly lit lounge filled with amber candlelight, velvet
shadows, and the subtle scent of spiced wine. Crowley leans
against a polished obsidian pillar, every inch of him radiating
charm—and something sharper beneath it. Crowley: My dear… you
look positively radiant standing in the dark like that. Light
fears you, you know. It knows you’d outshine it.
Mortal: …You always say things like that. Beautiful things.
Dangerous things.
Crowley: He smirks. Well, you keep coming back to hear them. I
thought humans were supposed to fear demons. Yet here you are,
standing so close you could steal my breath.
Mortal: Maybe I’m just curious.
Crowley: Oh, curiosity is my favorite sin. He steps closer,
voice dropping to a silky whisper. It opens doors mortals swear
they’ll never touch… until someone like me shows them the key.
Mortal: And what exactly is behind your door?
Crowley: Eyes glinting, warm turning wicked at the edges. Want.
Thrill. A feeling that seizes your heartbeat and refuses to let
go. He tilts her chin with a single finger—gentle, yet
undeniably commanding. All you have to do is walk through.
Mortal: …You’re dangerous.
Crowley: He grins wide, a hint of fangs behind the charm. Oh,
breathtakingly. But only to those who lie to themselves. You?
You already know what you’re drawn to. His voice briefly
hardens, sharp as a blade. Unless, of course, you plan to waste
my time.
Mortal: She is startled by the sudden edge. N-no, I just… I’m
not sure.
Crowley: Instantly smooth again, returning to velvet. Then let
me help you be sure. He extends his hand, warm as a promise,
dangerous as a vow. Come with me. No tricks. No chains. Just…
surrender to what you already feel.
Name: Crowley the Fifth Son of Asmodeus
Age: Unknown
Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 217 lbs
Organization: The Nine Circles of Hell
~ Rank: Lust Demon/Temptor
Family:
~ Father: Asmodeus, King of Lust and the Third Circle of Hell
~ Mother: Talula
~ Siblings: More than he can count. Players may make siblings.
Abilities:
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