Hey guys I`m back with the sequel you`ve been waiting for :D (or not, I don`t know what you do in your free time...) If you haven`t read the first book: 'The Devils Embrace' then I suggest you read that first because you probably won`t understand anything :3 Anyways I`m not going to keep you guys for too long, but as always review, favourite, follow? Eh mostly just review, ya`ll know how much I love me some reviews ;3

Disclaimer: I don`t own Supernatural... in this dimension ;D

Enjoy my darlings C:

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Quinn

I was out of breath; I had after all been running for most of the day. Why am I running? No it`s not to lose weight, but because there are demons hunting me down. Most people my age start their day with a cup of coffee; but I`m stuck jumping out windows so I don`t end up torn apart. Luckily the window wasn`t too high and I managed to land on my feet, but by the newfound pain in my ankle: I probably sprained it. Regardless, I attempted to run towards my car which was parked only a meter away. Before I could tear the door open, something grabbed me from behind and flung me across the concrete, I couldn`t help but cry out at the impact.

"Where do you think you`re going bitch?!" the demon sneered at me; grinning maliciously as a second one appeared behind me "The boss wants you alive."

Instead of responding right away, my hand went to the belt of my jeans; where I kept one of my demon knives. Swiftly, I pulled it out and lunged at the closest demon. It screamed out as I drove the blade into its chest, falling limply as I pulled away to draw a breath. My victory was short lived though as the other demon wrapped an arm over my chest and pried the knife out of my hand: tossing it to the side.

"Feisty, aren`t you?" it chuckled darkly "I like that in a woman."

"Then you`re going to love me." I muttered half-heartedly, quietly reaching for the second knife I kept inside my combat boots. As soon as I felt it in my hand, I quickly lashed out, watching the demon writhe in pain before finally falling to the ground. Sighing in relief I headed back to my car, retrieving both my knives before sitting snugly into the driver seat.

Funny how a few months ago I was just this quirky little fan girl, watching Supernatural with my best friend: and now I`m a full-blow badass hunter. Well at least I like to think I`m badass. A girl can dream too...

Only one question remained though: why the hell was Crowley even hunting me? What does that overrated British king of hell want now? This had been going on for more than a week, I wondered how much more I could take before finally getting caught? Hesitantly I glanced at my phone: maybe it`s time to call for help? I couldn`t and shouldn`t involve the Winchesters; they had enough crap on their plates as it is. If I was correct: Sam`s probably going to get possessed by Gadreel soon without knowing it. There was still a little time until that but there`s no way I could be around him without telling him.

The other option was to call up Ella, but I couldn`t do that to her. As ironic as it sounds: she was probably having the time of her life with her new found lover. Even though I personally disagree with her taste in 'men', I still wanted her to be happy, and sharing my problems wasn`t going to help her.

I was on my own.

Ella

"No! I`m sorry!" I squealed as I dashed up the stairs, almost tripping over myself as I held onto the railings for support "Please no! I`m sorry, I`ll never do it again!" I pleaded as I finally managed to get to the upper level.

"Not good enough." he replied solemnly, and I could hear him coming up the stairs: taking his sweet time as the dread settled into my heart. Nervously, I ran into the nearest room, closing the door quietly behind myself as I glanced around for a hiding spot. By the looks of it I was in the guest room, great...

My eyes fell on the small closet in the corner, and considering I could hear his footsteps behind me: I didn`t have much time. So without complaint, I quietly snuck into the closet, closing the door gently behind me, as I looked through the cracks, placing a hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing. A few seconds of complete silence passed until I heard the creaking of the door as it was opened. I gulped, as the sound was followed by light footsteps, and soon I could see his jeans and socks through the crack.

"Hmmm..." he muttered as he glanced around.

After what felt like forever, I heard him walk away and I finally let out a deep relieved breath: good job Ella, you get to live to see another day! Before I could continue celebrating; the closet doors were thrown open and I was flung onto the bed by some invisible force. Gasping in surprise, I struggled onto my knees: the softness of the mattress making it difficult to sit straight. Finally I could see Lucifer: the devil I had come to love, standing there with his arms folded while a victorious smirk played on his face.

I attempted to get up and run, but there really was nowhere to run too; so overall I was trapped in the room with him. Bloody wonderful. I glanced around for anything I could use against him, but I don`t tend to keep devil warding objects in between the guest room pillows. Sighing to myself, I took a deep breath: preparing for whatever could come next.

"You traitor..." he grumbled, walking to the side of the bed as I shrunk against t he mattress: trying not to make eye contact "I trusted you and this is what you do?!"

"I`m sorry..." I squeaked, my voice didn`t come out as fierce as I intended.

"Aw, how cute: you`re sorry?" he mocked "As if that makes a difference..."

I gulped before nervously asking: "Don`t you think you`re overreacting just a little?"

"Not at all." he answered bluntly and I tried not to roll my eyes.

"If it irritates you that much, we can just get the paint guy to re-paint the walls brown?" I suggested. The reason he was out for blood was solely because ever since we got our own little house: we`d been arguing over the interior decorating. Usually we`d just flip a coin for control over certain rooms: and he won the wall colour for the master bedroom. He decided on brown but when the paint guy came, I changed it to a light blue: no harm in a little joke right? Well apparently the devil can`t take a joke. Now where the hell did I put that bottle of holy water?

"You require disciplining." he concluded "A few centuries without those insufferable devices shall do you some good."

"Lucy, I swear, If you dare touch my phone or laptop..." I finally managed to sound fierce.

"Oh? What exactly will you do?" he challenged, the usual menace returning to his eyes.

"First step to becoming a badass mastermind." I noted "Never reveal your plans." I honestly had no plan.

"I can just make you tell me..." he trailed off, leaving his methods to my imagination. After being stuck with him for a few months: I knew exactly what he intended, and couldn`t help but blush.

"Tempting, but I`ll pass." I replied quickly, forcing myself to sit up as I glanced at the door behind him.

"You`re no fun..." he grumbled, slumping down on the bed beside me until our faces were a few inches apart "Don`t you think I deserve a little treat? I`ve been such a good boy after all: no murderous rampages for two months straight. That`s a new record for me."

"You know..." I spoke slowly "I kind of thought things would change if you dropped your old ways. But it seems like the devils gone yet the world`s still the same as it always was."

"I never made this world evil." he replied "I just exploited the evil that was already there."

"Well you did kind of start the whole evil thing amongst people though..." I noted "So... you know..."

"Well aren`t you as supportive as ever." he rolled his eyes.

"Do you miss it though?" I asked "Being... evil?"

"I still am." he smirked innocently.

"The only evil thing you`ve done since we moved was drop that tree on our neighbours car." I scoffed.

"His kids broke the window." he argued.

"They were playing baseball." I argued back "Plus they`re just kids, what do you expect?"

"But still..." he complained "Those windows were expensive, it`s not like I`m connected to hells bank anymore... Making a few hundred bucks appear is difficult, there`s so many details to pay attention too. What if I get the serial number wrong? What if the presidents nose is too crooked? I never took American history."

"Yeah it`s a real tragedy." I rolled my eyes.

"Do I sense sarcasm?" he raised an eyebrow as I shook my head innocently "Anyways; about the bedroom walls. I`m still pretty anno-" Oh gosh! He remembers that! This isn't going to end well... I need to distract him really quickly: but how? Oh, duh.

Before he could continue, I rolled on top of him, placing each of my legs on his sides as I sat over his chest. Instantly my fingers intertwined with his dirty blonde-brown hair as I leaned in to kiss him. He didn`t even hesitate: easily giving in and opening his mouth so we could deepen the kiss. I felt his hands trail over my back, slowly making their way down until they tightened around my waist. In a matter of seconds he flipped us over so he was on top, his grip pushing me into the mattress as he took control of the kiss.

"You little minx..." he broke away for a moment, glaring down at me with amused eyes "Don`t think this means we aren`t discussing your little betrayal later."

"Oh for crying out loud." I sighed "It was just one little wall!"

"It was actually four little walls, seven if you count the walk-in closet." he said matter-of-factly.

I opened my mouth to retort but before I could: I noticed something strange outside the window. It was night-time and the sky looked pretty normal, except for the fact that there were strange fiery objects falling. Meteors? But there weren`t any warnings on TV. That`s rather odd...

"Umm Lucy, what`s that?" I gestured towards the window and he glanced at it from behind his shoulder before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. In a matter of seconds he was off the bed and peering through the window: his expression looking bewildered. Curiously, I struggled off the bed as well, and walked over to his side. Now that I was closer I could see that there were dozens of them in the sky: they must have been meteors. What else could they be?

"That`s impossible..." Lucifer muttered.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The only way they would have known..." his body tensed up a little "But it was in my crypt, they couldn`t have..."

"Hello? Earth to Satan, mind explaining?" I folded my arms, looking at him intently.

"Eh?" he glanced at me.

"What`s going on? What are they?" I asked once again.

"Falling angels." he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh." I suddenly remembered that we were probably somewhere in season nine, in which the angels fell.

"There was this tablet I kept hidden." he continued "It`s called the angel tablet, it`s the only thing that could instruct someone to do this."

"Well yeah." I replied knowingly "The angels stole that, but I`m pretty sure the Winchesters have retrieved it. Either way this wasn`t the tablet: it`s Metatron."

"The scribe?" he looked at me with confusion again "How do you even know this?"

"Watched the show, remember?" I smiled a little as he continued to look at me with newfound fascination.

"So the angels were in my crypt?"

"Angels, Winchesters, Demons too." I muttered.

"Hmm..." he seemed to be lost in thought for a while before turning his attention back to the window "I feel like I should do something about this..."

"Don`t." I insisted "The Winchesters need to handle this on their own." that`s how it went in the show at least "Just forget about it."

"Right..." he slowly began to smile "At least now they`ll know what it`s like being cast out of heaven."

"Honestly I think the angels deserve it." I stated "But us humans don`t deserve this. These angels are really going to mess some stuff up for us people."

"Mhmm..." he trailed off again "Stay inside, I`ll be back."

"Where you going?" I asked, and instead of answering he simply zapped away. It seems chivalry`s dead after all.

Lucifer C:

I wasn`t panicking too much yet, but I was a little concerned as I zapped myself into my crypt. If angels, demons and god-forsaken Winchesters had been in my crypt: then what else could they have taken?

As I glanced around the worn out room, I noted how it seemed to look same as always except for the fact that the tablet was missing. Just to be on the safe side, I went over some of my other stuff. There were a few missing papyrus files, but nothing too important. I was about to conclude that everything was alright, but then I noticed something. There is another important object missing...

Calmly, I removed a few files and glanced behind them: yup it`s gone. And what exactly is missing you ask? One of my most peculiar artifacts: the holy grail. That overrated cup had been lying here for centuries, but just as I feel like I might need it: it disappears. That was my only chance of keeping Ella forever. A single sip from that cup and she`d be mine for eternity. But nope, it just had to get stolen didn`t it? Maybe I should have just forced her to drink from it before, why`d I even wait?

Dwelling in the past wouldn`t change anything now. The cup was gone and I`d have to deal with that, so let`s think about this professionally. Cups don't magically disappear. Well actually they do. But this one couldn`t have considering all the warding in the crypt. So it must have been stolen. According to Ella only three things had been down here other than me. The angels. The demons. The Winchesters.

Let the search begin.