A Demon's guide to parenting { Mavrickthemutt

[KingCrowley]

Gavin's eye went directly to the sword of Excalibur mounted above the fire and he wondered if it was the real thing. Maybe he could get it out when this man wasn't looking and try it? After all what harm could he do? The boy then looked back at Crowley when he told him that he transported them the same way he made that jacket appear around him, "W-Witch craft---" Gavin answered a little worriedly. He really didn't like the sound of that. "Y-You're not going t-t-to turn me i-into a t-toad are ye?" he asked, his bottom lip trembling.

Of course Crowley thought this was a stupid question and didn't dignify it with a response, instead he asked if he had any other questions and if he was going to stand there with his mouth open the entire time. Upon realising this, he shut his mouth and then shook his head. Gavin decided to slip away when Crowley picked up a newspaper to read. He thought he might like to explore, so he walked around and eventually came across an open room with a desk. On that desk was a large, funny looking basin with a deep----dark liquid in it. He could only assume it was blood. On the table were black candles, skulls of small animals and small bones that Gavin didn't want to know about.

"Oh mother mary---" he gasped, walking closer to the basin, which bubbled and curled. Gavin freaked out, picked it up and launched it at the wall, splattering blood everywhere. Crowley wasn't going to be happy when he found out his kid just ruined his witch summoning spell in order to find his Mother.

[Mavrick the mutt]

“Not necessarily boy, I’m not a witch.” He explained “I am a cross roads demon, King of the crossroads in fact.” He said leaving the part out about him being his father as well since he wanted to see just what exactly Gavin thought about Fergus though he doubted it would be anything good since in his past life he’d abused, beaten and neglected the kid all because his mother walked out on him to be with some rich knight and the memory still kinda angered him to this day even if both she and the knight are rotting in hell amongst other damned souls.

Crowley then looked at the boy when he asked if he was gonna turn him into a toad which was ridiculous question he didn’t even bother to dignify with a response and instead asked if he had any other questions or if he was just gonna stand there with his mouth open as he picked up a newspaper while relaxing into his massage chair leaving Gavin to his own devices as the boy slipped off to go explore. What Crowley didn’t plan on however was hearing what sounded like glass and liquid shattering against the wall. “What the bloody hell was that.” He said getting up then snapped his fingers as he appeared in his office where Gavin stood, the large glass basin of blood no longer on his desk but instead shattered against the wall.

“WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOIN!” He roared as he whirled Gavin around, fury burning in his eyes while keeping a hold on his arm. He was pissed. Not only did Gavin just ruin the only way he had to track down Rowena but he also messed with his stuff!

[KingCrowley]

Gavin stepped back, covering his mouth in horror as the blood spilled onto the floor and pooled close to his feet. Why did this man have a bowl full of blood and bones and other things?! Wait---didn't the man say he was a ---Demon? Gavin felt sick to his stomach and he turned to try and run away, but the next thing he knew, Crowley had appeared and demanded to know what he thought he was doing, keeping a hold on his arm so that he couldn't go anywhere. "P-Please, let me go!" he whined, trying to push Crowley's hand off of his upper arm, even though he had an insanely strong grip.

When Crowley again demanded an explanation, Gavin burst into tears, "I-I saw the blood a-and I freaked out---a-and I'm sorry!" he squeaked, covering his head with his free arm, since typically that was where his Father Fergus usually whacked him one. "Don't hurt me, please! I'll go---I'll just leave a-and we don't have to see each other again, please!" he begged, sounding like he was pleading for his life.

[Mavrick the mutt]

Crowley ignored the boys plea to be released and instead once again demanded to know just what exactly it is he thought he was doing, his grip like iron on the boy’s upper arm then loosened only slightly when the kid burst into tears and explained that he’d seen the bowl of blood and freaked out then began to apologize as he covered his head where he’d typically get struck but Crowley had a different plan in mind for punishment. “Quit with your blubbering boy, you act like you are gonna be killed.” He said sternly while releasing his hold on Gavin’s arm then shut his office door with the wave of his hand.

“I’m not tellin ya to leave you idiot.” He said “but you are going to clean that mess up then I will deal with you after.” Crowley said leaving no room for arguing as a bucket and rag appeared beside his son.

[KingCrowley]

Gavin's lower lip wobbled and he tried to choke back a sob when Crowley told him to stop blubbering, mentioning that he was acting as though he was going to be killed. The boy didn't say anything in response to that and whimpered when the man told him that he wasn't telling him to leave, and that he was going to clean this mess up---and then he would deal with him. He didn't like the sound of that at all! What was this man going to do to him?

The young man looked over at the bucket and rag and then sniffed, dipping the rag in the soapy water he got on his knees and held back on vomiting as he tried wiping up the spilled blood. Turns out the kid wasn't much good at cleaning, as he ended up spreading it around the floor than actually cleaning it up. And he shook the rag to try and get it clean, getting spots of blood on the deep pile carpet---which had been expensive---and Crowley's expensive shoes.

[Mavrick the mutt]

Once Gavin was finished cleaning the mess up Crowley decided he was going to give the boy a spanking like he’d witnessed through out the centuries as it seemed quite affective and was a much better way of dishing out discipline in comparison to just beating him. He then made a bucket and rag appear and watched as his son got to work on cleaning up the blood....only instead of cleaning he was just making bigger which pulled a slightly agitated sigh from Crowley who pinched the bridge of his nose seeming quite disappointed in the way this was turning out....not to mention there was blood on his expensive dress shoes and rug.

“......Gavin....you see the rag is full of blood yes?” He asked then pointed at the bucked when he nodded “So dip it in the bucket to clean it off because at this point you are just making a bigger mess and smearing blood all over the place.” He explained while doing his best to keep his voice steady despite wanting to yell at him. {Now I have to send the rug and my shoes off to get properly cleaned....damn kid and his spazzy and irrational reactions.} he thought to himself quietly

[KingCrowley]

Gavin stopped when Crowley told him that the rag was full of blood and that he should dip it in the water to clean it off. Honestly having his hands covered in blood was making him feel like he wanted to vomit, he didn't want to dip his hands in watery blood either. He looked at the bowl of clear red water and tried dipping the rag in it, only to immediately freak out and vomit into the bucket itself. "I-I can't!" he squeaked, backing up on his hands and knees, flinging the blood covered rag right at Crowley (though not intentionally)

"I-I can't do it sir, I'm sorry!" he explained, biting his lip nervously, "I can't h-handle b-blood."

[Mavrick the mutt]

Crowley watched as Gavin tried to dip the bloodied rag into the water only to see him freak out and throw up into the bucket before saying he couldn’t do it or handle blood as he backed away from it on his hands and knees, and before Crowley could say anything further caught the rag that had been flung at him. Of course he still got a bit of blood on his face which was slightly displeasing.

Crowley dropped the blood fill piece of fabric then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the bits of blood from his face. “Alright, then I suppose we will move onto your punishment, but first go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.” He said sternly as he pointed him in the direction of the closest one, it was big and very well lit.

There was huge shower that held three different showerheads, a massive bathtub for lounging and nice looking sink accompanied by a marble counter top and plush hand towel to dry his hands.

[KingCrowley]

Gavin's big brown eyes widened even further when Crowley told him they were going to move onto his punishment, he didn't like the sound of that, what punishment could this man possibly have in store for him? "P-Punishment?" he squeaked and then followed the direction of his finger when he pointed to the bathroom and ordered him to get cleaned up. "O-Okay--" he started walking toward the bathroom and his eyes lit up, it looked so nice and clean and Gavin actually felt like he was too filthy to use it, not only was he covered in blood, but the stench of 1600's Scotland wasn't exactly a field of Roses, and Gavin smelled like a pig who'd been rolling in swill.

The boy stripped out of his smelly old clothes and then turned on the water with a push of a button, the bath tub filled up nicely and he slipped into it, bathing himself. He washed all the dirt, blood and stench off of his pale skin and when he got out, the water was almost brown. He dried himself off with a towel and then peeked his head out from behind the bathroom door.

"I-I have no----clean clothes sir." he squeaked.

[Mavrick the mutt]

Crowley watched with a firm gaze as Gavin went into the bathroom to get himself washed up then lit a few lavender scented candles to help with getting rid of the smell of the 1600’s which back then wasn’t that bad, but now that Crowley was no long use to it the smell kinda bothered him a bit then looked at the mess. He knew very well he could have made the mess vanish with the snap of his fingers and did this time after trying to make Gavin clean it up turned into a bust since the lad ended up puking from the blood. “Hopefully next time he won’t be so stupid to mess with things that don’t belong to him.” He muttered while putting in an order to have his rug and shoes sent in to be properly cleaned as he only made it vanish from the walls and hardwood flooring.

About twenty or so minutes later Crowley looked over when the lad poked his head out the door and said he had no clean clothes. “Right, follow me.” He said then lead Gavin to the guest bedroom which was now his. It was pretty big with a lush full size mattress, wall mounted big screen tv, huge dresser and even a walk in closet. “You can find clothes in here that should fit and when you are finished getting dressed come see me in the livingroom.” He said before leaving Gavin to himself so he could get dressed.