Prologue:
The girl that walked into the coffee store couldn't have been older than seventeen, but yet she held herself like she was in her thirties.
She walked up to the counter and waited to be served. A man came over to the register, and the girl tried to ignore the obvious distaste he had for her appearance.
Agh, she thought, another guy to judge a book by its cover. How annoying.
Just because the girl decided to put blue highlights through her black hair and wear eyeliner to match does not mean that she is Goth, and yet people keep jumping to that conclusion. Some even presume Emo, which she found almost offensive.
The girl ordered a large flat white with an extra shot; she'd need it. She thanked the man and left, sculling down the hot beverage. Although the girl was only half-human she could feel the effects of the caffeine almost immediately, the buzz it gave her.
Almost sluggish in her advance, the girl headed towards the outskirts of town, to where the Demons would be waiting for her.
They wanted to kill her, you see, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. She had an Angel Blade, the perfect weapon to have when you've gotten on both Heaven and Hell's bad sides.
Throwing the empty coffee cup over her shoulder, the girl flicked her hair over her shoulder and proceeded to tie it up, to keep it out of her way. She still hadn't decided whether to cut it or not.
On entering the clearing on the edge of town, the meeting spot, she pulled the Angel Blade out of the back of her black skinny jeans. She's been surprised that it had fit down there, given how perfectly her jeans fit, especially with a belt on, but it did.
She stood, waiting, flicking the Blade in her hand, looking around the clearing as the wind blew her fringe around.
Bloody Demons, she thought, always late.
"Hello, darling."
The girl turned to be met with the putrid smile of the King of Hell, Crowley.
"About time you got here," The girl said, slightly annoyed.
Crowley laughed, "I forgot how impatient you are, little tiger."
The girl scowled, she hated that nickname.
"Now, tiger, I see you have an Angel Blade."
"Assurance," The girl said, smirking, "Trust no one; you taught me that."
Crowley nodded, "Indeed I did. It doesn't matter, though. You betrayed us, little tiger, and the punishment for that is-"
"Death, yeah, I know," The girl was bored now, "Get on with it," She crossed her arms over her chest and lent on one leg, looking at the Demon before her with attitude.
"Ruin the moment," Crowley grumped, before shrugging, "Oh well, it was nice knowing you, little tiger, you were great fun."
Four more Demons appeared just as Crowley disappeared, all with special weapons that were needed to kill the girl.
The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes before slipping into her battle stance.
Only four Demons, Crowley? You're going soft, it's almost like you want me to get out of this alive, she thought.
The Demons charged her, and she took the time to stab one in the chest, watching the clearing light up with the orange light, before teleporting behind the group. She stabbed one in the back before it's partner noticed, but as it turned, the girl just grabbed it's forehead and smiled as the bright white light erupted from her hand and it's skull.
Gotta love smiting Demons, she mused.
The last Demon just watched the corpse fall and stared at the girl, almost frightened.
She opened her arms and smiled, "Come on, try and kill me!"
The Demon's eyes flashed black before it charged the girl. It was so close to her that she didn't manage to get the Blade around in time to stab it, so the Demon managed to slice through her waist.
"Damn it!" the girl yelled, "That's my favourite shirt!" You just had to wear your Beatles shirt didn't you? At least it missed your flannel and jacket, you douche bag.
She felt no pain, as the weapon used to harm her was not equipped to do so. She bled, but the wound wasn't deep enough to do any real damage to her being, so she just stabbed the Demon up, through its chest, and snarled in its face as the orange light signalled its death.
The body slumped to the floor, and the girl's slightly wedged combat boots stepped over the corpse, carefully avoiding the blood.
"Nice try, Crowley," She said, "Better luck next time."
And with that, she left the clearing, leaving the four bodies behind for the police to find.