-Everybody knows the war is over, I've won.
The ginger demon speaks to her most loyals. The former king of hell is dead. She killed him. Ripped his head from his shoulders, stabbed him several times and burned his body, one could never be too sure. She herself had been burned and returned before. But of course a knight of hell is different from a crossroads demon. No matter how "king" he pretended to be.
-However, the plan is not over.
Her followers listen closely, they know a failure means torture and death.
-Cain is still alive, as are those pesky Winchesters. We are good as far as the first blade remains in my power.
The beautiful first blade, a weapon of wonderful power and her only undoing in the hands of the wrong person. She had made sure that could never happen. Those brothers would never lay eyes on the blade and neither would Cain. Not again.
-Now, onto pressing matters. Has the witch been located?
A tall, brunette demon steps forward.
-Not yet, your majesty, she is proving to be quite hard to...
The demon never finishes talking, a blade penetrates her frame mid sentence and she falls dead on the cold, hard ground.
-Excuse me, I must have misheard. Do you not have news on the witch? The sole inventor of the demon killing spell?
She had learned about the witch while she possed as Jossie and killed the men of letters, american chapter. She had been ready to find her when her little time travel accident had happened. Abaddon shakes her head, ginger hair remaining in place, she doesn't like to think of the opportunity lost. That could have been a powerful alliance, but that was not the sole reason she was interested in the witch.
-Find her. Do not return empty handed.
She points to the death meat suit in the floor and the message is clear.
The demons scatter around. The witch will be found.
The ginger witch lays peacefully in the queen sized bed at the hotel she's currently staying at. Obviously not paid with cash but with magic and spells.
She smiles to herself thinking of the dead bodies in the bathroom's ceiling and how she will dispose of them.
She opens her eyes and they scan the room, finally landing in the big chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. Of course she has heard the rumors. There's been a change of hierarchy in hell, again.
She had not met the king, she had suspicions of who he really was, but they would never be confirmed now that he was dead. Not unless she could get access to the meat suit to perform some tests.
-So what if it's really him? He's dead already! Again! Oh Fergus, always the deception.
She huffs, forcing her feelings away, and blows a rebel hair that has fallen on top of her eyes.
-The new monarch however...
She couldn't help her interest. That had been a rather fast change. A new player, one that hadn't been around for decades. Of course she has heard the rumors, a knight of hell nonetheless. And to think she thought them all dead.
She knows demons are after her. Clearly this new monarch wants something with her. But the witch has no idea what it is. She can't help but feel curious and maybe a bit ambitious. How good for her it'd be to have the monarch of hell on her side.
-Very good indeed.
Maybe she should let the demons find her, that would surely grant her an audience. If she can get into hell she had a more clear shot at finding out if the former king was her son...
She feels the soft fabric around her thighs and purrs contently. Maybe an audience is in order. But not now, not today.
Today she just wants to relax and prepare for what's to come.
She closes her eyes and talks softly to herself.
-It's a cruel world wee lass, it's a cruel world.