Love You Like Hell - 1
Hey y'all. Been a while. Well this is not really... a serious project for me I guess you could say. This is something that results from my daydreams and this is really just for fun. I am kinda tired of writing stuff and trying to make it really good and profound and dramatic. This is just gonna be a fun little story that I am writing for me and my best friend, Lexi (RegularPsycho13).
So, I hope you enjoy. :)
I do not own Supernatural.
Blades clashed in a loud clangor. Two figures fought in the center of a ring. Both of them partook in what looked like an intricate dance. Without the knives they held, it would have been rather beautiful. Neither of their weapons struck the other, but if their blows had hit their marks, it would have been a very different scene. The most aggressive figure wore a kind of armor that clung to her figure. Her thick, long brown hair was pulled back in a bun and pinned tightly to her head. She used a long scimitar—the curved blade was made out of ebony, and it shone brightly in the lights of the little arena. The other figure was smaller than the first and was another woman. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and was the color of blood. However, the woman used her smaller size to her advantage, darting about the larger figure and making quick strikes with a cutlass. The first figure quickly learned her strategy and managed to block each blow. After the fifth attempt at this, the first figure disarmed the second—the cutlass flew across the ring and landed with clang. Unarmed, the smaller figure sighed and knelt down on one knee. She wore the same armor as the first, and lowered her head. "I… yield." She choked out the words as if they pained her to say them.
The first figure grinned and sheathed her scimitar. "Better luck next time, Faith," she said, stretching out a hand.
The red-haired girl took it and stood up. "Your defense is pretty much impenetrable, Lexi," she remarked. "I wouldn't be surprised if Cain chose you to be his successor once he retires… again."
Lexi bit her lip, considering this. Their Master, Cain, had taught the two demons everything they knew. After he killed the other Knights of Hell years ago and then the Winchester brothers took care of Abaddon, Cain decided it was best that he came back and trained a handful of demons just so hell would not be entirely defenseless. The Knights of Hell were the best of the best—they were rivaled only by Heaven's archangels and there were only two of them left, and they were both locked in Lucifer's cage. They were Hell's most powerful warriors thanks to Cain's tutelage; they were feared and admired. And Lexi loved all of it.
The Master of the Knights of Hell, she thought, savoring the idea. It does sound rather delightful.
"And, if you're the Master of the Knights, then you'll get to see Crowley on a regular basis," Faith added, giving her a friendly nudge.
Lexi gave her friend a sharp glare. She felt her face grow a little red and avoided the ginger's bright green eyes. Lexi forced her own brown eyes to flash black so she could regain her composure and hide her own embarrassment. It was no secret to her best friend that she had a crush on Crowley, King of Hell. It was almost impossible not to—even Faith felt some form of lust for their King. Everything about him was seductive—his clean, neat black suits; his icy blue eyes; his Scottish voice that sounded like pure sex; his trimmed beard that gave him a grizzly look. It all made the female demons swoon. He was just irresistible… and it was even more frustrating because he had no interest in any demons. Crowley was completely and totally unattached—single and ready to mingle. But he rejected everyone.
If Lexi was named Master of the Knights, she would see Crowley daily. Maybe he'd learn to like me, she thought wishfully. The idea was enough to get drunk on. Crowley… King of Hell. Alexis. Queen of Hell. Sounds so nice… but it won't happen. Everyone knew that Crowley was more interested in the humans—the Winchesters—more than Hell and all its demons as of late. There was talk that he even harbored feelings for the older of the brothers, Dean. That was also understandable, though. Dean Winchester was the most attractive man on Earth—the only one that was hotter for Lexi was Crowley. For Faith, Dean Winchester was it. For whatever reason, demons just seemed to love the older Winchester brother. "If Crowley wants Dean, I'll fight him for him," Faith had joked once. Lexi had laughed but she knew that Faith was not the only demon would challenge the King of Hell for Dean Winchester's affection.
"Come on," Lexi murmured, her eyes flashing back to brown. "We should go find the Master and speak to him. He wanted to speak with us when we were done sparring."
A/N: Please leave a review and let me know what you think of my little, fun story.
