Who: Alastair and the Angel of Vengence What: Taking down an Angel...just not the Celestial Kind Where: A Street in downtown Lawrence When: Evening (July 29th) Rating: High, Alastair is not kidsafe Status: In Progress
Lawrence, Alastair found he liked that it was Lawrence this was all happening in. Home of the Winchester Boys, the one Lilith was so nervous of, Dean that he remembered oh so fondly, and at one time the Daddy, John, He'd never broken and that irritated Alastair immesurably. Course he'd never gotten the Mother. He wished he had, bitch had made a deal after all. Still all that was in the past, the parents, even the boys were out of his hair for a little while since they and the little slut had taken the bait. He knew they'd surrvive, he'd not left anyone important to fight them, but the point was they were gone and he... he was here. Right here where everyone said something was happening, portents to the war, newcomers, some with powers beyond what mere mortal human men and women should have.
Like the woman he was trailing now. The Angel of Vengence they called her, how...thrilling. Styling herself after angels. It was too adoreable. Alastair thought he might enjoy his time with her. And so he'd engineered a situation, this girl fought and defended against anything so he had one of his minions ready to pretend to mug him when she was in sight, a demon sure but she wouldn't know that.
He walked a little ways, finally spotting her all in black and the minion went for it, grabbing the wallet, going in for a few punches which Alastair mostly had to fight not to find entertaining and run off, as Alastair called for help.
Get her in close, and take her down. It was a good plan even if he did say so himself.