Who? Ava and her random demon petscult? fanclub What? Following Brady's advice, she's sending demons out into the city as a diversion. Where? Ava's place. When? Tonight! Rating? Not actually high, really. Just ...weird. Features mention of blood-drinking, and a disturbing affection for demons.
They didn’t get it. Ava wasn’t really all that surprised - who was going to understand? A demon, and no one else, apparently. She was almost okay with that, but it was still a little frustrating. Still, the advice he’d given her was good, as far as she was concerned - getting everyone to forget about her by creating a diversion was an idea she was willing to get behind.
To anyone who would have happened to be in Ava’s house (well, hers by default, everyone else was gone and that left just her), it might have been plainly obvious that she was up to something. She’d checked all the anti-angel wards they’d put up months ago, when Jen was still here - checked them several times, gone over every line and made sure there wasn’t a crack, wasn’t anything out of place. She was putting down salt - keeping certain rooms blocked off, all but one entry into the house closed off, and the one or two demons that almost always hung around were following her like confused puppies, if puppies were thick black clouds of smoke that twisted and snaked around her ankles, filling the room with the stench of sulfur.
She’d picked the central-most room in the house for this, thin paths of salt-lines leading in here from the one small window she’d left an opening in. This was where she wanted the demons to go, and a quick brush of her power brought all the ones that hung around in closer, bumping against salt lines like they were blindly hitting walls, following her call until they reached her.
“I need you to do something for me,” she told them once there were more present, soothing tone and a gentle touch of power - not influencing her words, not making them do anything (she didn’t care what Sam said, she knew what the hell she was doing), just a brush against each of them, almost like petting them, a soothing gesture that set the swirling motion of them to a much slower, lazier pace. They were listening, now.
“I need you to take hosts,” she continued, turning in the middle of the room so she could watch them, “No one important, can’t be drawing attention. Just... people.” Some would argue there were no unimportant people, but she knew they’d understand what she meant. None of the people at the complex, or others that came through the seal. No one that knew what was happening with the apocalypse or would know how to deal with demons. “Tell others to do the same,” she kept going, smiling, reaching out with her powers and feeling their excitement, letting that fuel her own. “I need a lot of you, spread out all over the city...”
Ava reached out a hand as a demon swept past, fingers brushing through the smoke. It didn’t feel like much, just a warmth where the rest of the air was cooler, a subtle buzz in the air like the sharp crackling feeling before a lightning strike. Power. Her insides lurched, and her mind automatically went to the blood sitting in the other room.
Later.
“This has to be done as soon as possible,” she told them, “Tonight, if you can. And once you’re all in place... then I need you to start causing trouble.”
The crackle in the air got stronger, their excitement overwhelming her senses, setting her blood on fire and her eyes falling closed while she tried to push it down to a manageable level so she could finish this, “Don’t... do anything too big,” and their excitement faltered just a little, like children told they could only have one cookie instead of ten, and she reached for them with her powers again, consoling carefully. “Not yet, at least. Later. Be patient. We can’t draw attention yet, they need to think it’s all unrelated, nothing to do with the big plan,” she always felt bad about referencing their plan, knowing that she was in favor of stopping it. But they didn’t know, didn’t realize, at least, “And nothing to do with me.”
Ava crossed the room, moving to the salt line near a large window, fingers in the white grains for a moment, not yet breaking it. “I know some of you are going to get hurt, because of this. I’m sorry.” It was true - she was sorry. These demons, the ones that followed her and listened to her, she found herself actually caring about. They were better than people, honest in their motives and straightforward in their loyalty. She would feel each and every one that was killed or exorcised, as long as they were within range of her senses; a little fire extinguished.
“Be careful.”
With one last fond nudge of power against the demons in the room, she broke the line of salt and pushed the window open, and the swirling smoke clouds rushed past her, out into the night. She watched them go, smiling fondly at the few stragglers that held back to curl around her ankles, wrapping around her in silent offers to stay and keep her safe. She let them stay, sweeping away most of the salt lines and letting them roam as they pleased. As soon as everything was back to as normal as it ever was in her home, she headed for the kitchen to go make herself a blood milkshake.