Crowley and the Siren

Thunder cracked across the sky as the roaring storm swept over the ship. Argon's Flight was a ship earlier used in battle, but later repurposed to be a prisoner- transport vehicle. The hull of the old ship cracked as the large waves collapsed onto the ship's sides. The crew of the ship was panicking - the storm had hit them quite suddenly, and they were completely unprepared. As Captain Kessler shouted orders, the crewmen scurried on the ship, attaching ropes here and there, pulling sails and fixing, or at least attempting to fix the most severe of hull breaches. The ship was fully manned, having roughly twenty crewmen, and the same amount of prisoners, including rapists, cutthroats, thieves, and murderers. In the deepest cells of the ship was a tall man called Crowley. His long, black mane was soaked wet from salty water, and his wrists were surrounded by strong shackles. He looked up with a stern look - a look which gave nothing away, except anger, and sadness. He looked forward, through the gaps on his cell with an empty look, when suddenly Argon's Flight roared. The ship had violently crashed into something.

The tiny cell was soon filled to the brink with salty water, and Crowley struggled to breathe. He took one last breath, and attempted to escape through a hole which had appeared on the wall of the cell as a result of the collision. The ship had sunk deep when Crowley managed to escape, so he was submerged deep in the ocean, and struggled to swim up. He swam as long as he could, the heavy iron shackles pulling him down with every kick. He struggled violently, but soon his vision was clouded by darkness.

Crowley opened his eyes, and at first he could see nothing but dancing lights around him. As he became more aware of his surroundings, and himself, he started to cough up water. After his third coughing fit he looked up with a wretched look, and thought that the gods had a sick sense of humour to allow him live. He looked around him, and saw dozens dead. He also saw something else, in the water, which caught his eyes. Shapes, human - like shapes, swimming in the water, catching the near-drowning men, and bringing them ashore. Sirens.

The fate of the men was quick but brutal - the sirens seduced most of the crewmen with their alluring song, and ended it all by tearing their throats open. As he saw his so-called crewmates being devoured alive, he saw something rise from the waters. A Siren. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen: Long, red hair that flowed on her shoulders, and crystal-blue eyes that were dark as the deepest pits of the ocean. The siren gazed at him, and started to sing her alluring song.

Crowley already could feel the effect of the spell - it was like something invisible was pulling him towards the siren. At least the death would be clean and sudden, and he could die in the arms of someone who cared - at least momentarily. "Lets get this over with then, I guess", Crowley uttered as he walked closer to the Siren. The siren looked at him with an odd look - it was as if she was half- scared, and half- curious. "Wolf-blood", she uttered, her voice sounding like a raging stream.

Crowley nodded, and proceeded to lay in the siren's arms. He looked the siren deep in her beautiful eyes, and sighed. The siren flinched, the reason being quite possibly the unusual golden colour of Crowley's eyes. "Come, sleep with me, for an eternity", the siren whispered. The Siren's movements were careful - it is as if she realized that Crowley had stopped resisting despite the fact that he could easily disregard the seductive magic.

"Why are you stopping?", Crowley uttered. "I am here, I am not going to resist. I have lost everything. Hope, and love, they are soot and lies, all of it", he grunted with a hoarse tone  as he remembered how he had, at first, failed his family, and at later point failed his lover. He saw how the flames had swallowed his home, and his family with it, and how he had, although unintentionally, caused the death of the person he truly had loved.

The siren gently touched his cheek softly, and smiled, not that seducing smile Siren's normally smile, but a genuine and a caring smile. As Crowley closed his eyes, the Siren came closer, and closer. He could feel her cold breath upon his face. He braced for the end, was completely prepared to see what was beyond. Yet, the gods had an another plan for him. The Siren proceeded to hold Crowley in his arms, and give him one kiss, after which she crawled into the cold waters of the Kahlen Ocean, disappearing without a trace. Crowley remained on the beach, lying still, motionless.