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Post by Abaddon on Oct 20, 2013 14:59:56 GMT -5
Queen of hell...It had a nice ring to it, one that Abaddon could only ignore for so long. This was a place she had never seen herself reaching. She was a Knight, an enforcer of the rules set in place by their Father, but than the archangels changed all that. She didn't have to worry about Hell falling to pieces while she was on the run, it was in good hands...than it all changed, her face twitched into a scowl as she shifted her weight onto her other hip, her whole night ruined with just the thought of that fat little crossroads limey prick turning hell into some sort of bureaucratic...hell hole.
Screams broke the crisp fall air, echoing against the brick that surrounded the trio. God Bless America, Abaddon thought, for having a population of ants that liked to build up their little ant hills of brick and mortar and than abandon them as soon as they stopped being useful. It made for nice and long uninterrupted torturing session...That scream brought Abaddon's mood up only a little, but only knowing that this was one of Crowley's cronies. Another round of screams pierced the silence, but instead of going silent like before, this time the demon decided to laugh, the demon that was doing the torturing stopped, "What's so funny?"
The other demon only laughed more "I find it funny that the so called Queen of Hell isn't afraid to get her hands dirty..."
Abaddon only smiled more, spinning on a leather encased sole to turn and face her prey. She didn't even have to say anything to the other demon, he knew enough to get out of her way. The demon that was being tortured was a crossroads demon, one that although wasn't very likely to know where Crowley was, was enough to make her feel better. If she wiped out every last cross-roads demon in her search for Crowley that wouldn't be enough. It had taken the body of a woman, like most demons of that particular color do, a curvaceous 20-something that made making deals with horny or repressed men that much easier. Bloodied and smiling the demon watched Abaddon walk closer, "I thought all of you Knights were supposed to be scary..."
She let the silence drag on between them, only staring down at the demon sitting bloodied on the chair before her. With a look over her shoulder through a lock of fire red hair she looked towards the other demon and only nodded. The other demon nodded back, made a bow and backed down the alley. This only made the woman laugh more, "Dismissing your lessers so you can get your hands dirty your highness?"
Abaddon sighed, "Do all crossroad demons think they're clever?" She turned her attention back to the woman, "I would have enjoyed nothing more than making you scream, but you hit the nail on the head darling, I don't want to get my hands dirty with someone beneath me."
The other demon came back, with a burlap sack in hand, Abaddon's smile only widened, "I'll ask you one more time, where is Crowley?"
The crossroads demon looked to the bag, to Abaddon and back and forth, "What is that? Gonna hit me with a bushel of apples?"
Abaddon crossed her arms, "That was the wrong answer."
Her prey didn't even have time to think before Abaddon snapped her fingers and ignited the bag. As soon as the fire was burning bright, that's when the demon in the chair realized what exactly was in the bag. Pieces of the demon's skin began to crumble up like ash and her screams were finally filled with the agony that served to make Abaddon happy. She stepped closer to the burning demon, "You made it way to easy to find your bones, doll, that's why I picked you, and frankly I knew you wouldn't know where your so called king is, I just wanted to watch you burn."
She stepped back from the now ashen shell of what had once been the demon, running a manicured hand through her red hair she turned to the other, "Clean this up." the obedient dog nodded and started doing as was told. Abaddon crossed her arms back across her chest, she knew that Crowley couldn't run forever, and it was only a matter of time before more demons finally began to realize that supporting Crowley was only a lost cause waiting to hit that iceberg and sink into the Atlantic. When those rats started to jump that ship, she would be there, ready to squeeze the life out of any that would assume her weak enough to stage another coup...
Screams broke the crisp fall air, echoing against the brick that surrounded the trio. God Bless America, Abaddon thought, for having a population of ants that liked to build up their little ant hills of brick and mortar and than abandon them as soon as they stopped being useful. It made for nice and long uninterrupted torturing session...That scream brought Abaddon's mood up only a little, but only knowing that this was one of Crowley's cronies. Another round of screams pierced the silence, but instead of going silent like before, this time the demon decided to laugh, the demon that was doing the torturing stopped, "What's so funny?"
The other demon only laughed more "I find it funny that the so called Queen of Hell isn't afraid to get her hands dirty..."
Abaddon only smiled more, spinning on a leather encased sole to turn and face her prey. She didn't even have to say anything to the other demon, he knew enough to get out of her way. The demon that was being tortured was a crossroads demon, one that although wasn't very likely to know where Crowley was, was enough to make her feel better. If she wiped out every last cross-roads demon in her search for Crowley that wouldn't be enough. It had taken the body of a woman, like most demons of that particular color do, a curvaceous 20-something that made making deals with horny or repressed men that much easier. Bloodied and smiling the demon watched Abaddon walk closer, "I thought all of you Knights were supposed to be scary..."
She let the silence drag on between them, only staring down at the demon sitting bloodied on the chair before her. With a look over her shoulder through a lock of fire red hair she looked towards the other demon and only nodded. The other demon nodded back, made a bow and backed down the alley. This only made the woman laugh more, "Dismissing your lessers so you can get your hands dirty your highness?"
Abaddon sighed, "Do all crossroad demons think they're clever?" She turned her attention back to the woman, "I would have enjoyed nothing more than making you scream, but you hit the nail on the head darling, I don't want to get my hands dirty with someone beneath me."
The other demon came back, with a burlap sack in hand, Abaddon's smile only widened, "I'll ask you one more time, where is Crowley?"
The crossroads demon looked to the bag, to Abaddon and back and forth, "What is that? Gonna hit me with a bushel of apples?"
Abaddon crossed her arms, "That was the wrong answer."
Her prey didn't even have time to think before Abaddon snapped her fingers and ignited the bag. As soon as the fire was burning bright, that's when the demon in the chair realized what exactly was in the bag. Pieces of the demon's skin began to crumble up like ash and her screams were finally filled with the agony that served to make Abaddon happy. She stepped closer to the burning demon, "You made it way to easy to find your bones, doll, that's why I picked you, and frankly I knew you wouldn't know where your so called king is, I just wanted to watch you burn."
She stepped back from the now ashen shell of what had once been the demon, running a manicured hand through her red hair she turned to the other, "Clean this up." the obedient dog nodded and started doing as was told. Abaddon crossed her arms back across her chest, she knew that Crowley couldn't run forever, and it was only a matter of time before more demons finally began to realize that supporting Crowley was only a lost cause waiting to hit that iceberg and sink into the Atlantic. When those rats started to jump that ship, she would be there, ready to squeeze the life out of any that would assume her weak enough to stage another coup...
