Re: AFTERMATH
The demon stood, black eyed, cold. They'd 'won'. People would cheer. People would gloat. People would continue to say that Lucifer had been just another threat to beat. Oh there'd been losses, hard losses, but people endured. They'd live their lives, eventually behappy. But no such life awaited her... She'd have to walk into hell, to the cage itself to get her husband back. She'd have to do exactly what he made her swear not to. But Emily needed her father. Emily needed the influence only he could give. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the means to her salvation. Her friend, the King of the Crossroads, making his move. Stepping up, claiming hell. And for a moment there was hesitation.
It could do him good, or it could hinder him. Who was she to them, the bitch that went native, The demon that betrayed her own. Or was she still his student, his inner circle. Azazel's protege. The one he'd chosen. The one he'd sent to Lilith. Was she still that demon in their eyes? Could she be?
She acted in an instant. The demon killing knife she had grown so fond of lashed out to one of the fleeing demons. Catching it in the throat. Blood spilling from one wound already, she plunged the knife deep into its stomach before dragging it, by the open neck wound toward the crypt where Crowley stood. There was no need for words from her. She was covered in blood, eyes black, dead and cold. But she bowed her head.
"My King." she said simply, letting the body of the first step of her route to Sam fall to the ground with a thud. "You have my fealty."