“Yet. They aren’t dead yet. The job of ruler of hell offers little security,” Castiel fired back evenly. Even Crowley, who once seemed untouchable, had fallen too— and he was much smarter than the average demon. If Crowley couldn’t hold the throne, why would those beneath him be any different? “I experienced the events of the Bible differently than how humanity remembers them,” he continued flatly. “With Lucifer gone, Hell has little hope for stability. No one who attempts to take that seat will make any difference.”

       The angel stood, unflinching. “No. If Hell is so powerful and insists on a natural order, then it shouldn’t require the help of an angel to right itself.” He narrowed his eyes. Helping demons was the absolute last thing he wanted to do, and  if this man assumed otherwise…well, he was sorely mistaken.“Or am I wrong?”

    _{“Nothing about hell is… natural by any means.” Most demons were once human – twisted to the point beyond recognition. Others… he didn’t even want to think about what they were before. Hell was… well, it changed people; time worked differently down there and the more a person stayed…  the more they changed.}

       _{“Sometimes, it needs help to push it in the right direction.” Or, at least a nudge. Even if Castiel didn’t do anything – that didn’t mean change wouldn’t happen. It would all  come on it’s own accord. Ky just wanted to… quicken the so called arrival of such change. “You know how Demons can be.”}