Loyalty to a fault? Or a fault to Loyalty?

By: Messenger of Gabriel

Prologue

Soft typing came from within the darkened room, a glow from the laptop that sat on top of the bed that filled the room. The bedspread was black silk with crimson lace that overlay it, causing a mesmerizing patter that looked like blood spatters on the black. The figure that sat in front of the computer appeared no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her eyes were trained on the words that scrolled across the page in front of her. Earbuds were playing soft music into her ears. One leg dangled down from the side of the bed while the other was folded underneath her, her elbows braced on top of it. Occasionally she stopped her typing to push a lock of rich chocolate brown hair behind her ear. It was short but long enough to give her trouble.

If you could see the room she was in you would be able to see cobwebs in the corners and rickety but still elegant dressers that lined the walls. But the dressers' mirrors were shattered. Spiraling out from the center were patterns of cracks and missing pieces of glass. The glass lay on the floor which had cracks and scratches in it or on the top of the dresser. Candle holders lined the walls but where empty. You wouldn't be able to see the door.

After a while the girl on the bed paused in her work as a man appeared behind her. He was neither short nor tall. His hair was thinning and he had a neatly trimmed beard. His suit was freshly pressed, black, and his tie a somber purple. His overcoat was black and his dress shoes gleamed with polish. The girl didn't turn around as she spoke.

"Well, well, wasn't expecting to see you here Oh Great King." Her voice was soft and as smooth as honey but carried an edge, much more mature than her perceived appearance. Her words however were laced with sarcasm.

"Well my dear, its seems I've run into a bit of a problem that requires your…expertise."

His soft British accent was as posh as his suit.

Her full, red lips curved into a mockery of a smile.

"Oh please Crowley, we both know you meant for it to happen." Her smile sharpened into a smirk, "You just, lets say, lost control of your pet, and you need me to reel him back in."

Crowley didn't look ruffled in any way by her choice of wording.

"You my darling always did know me best."

Her answering laugh was as cold as ice.

"Well, dear brother mine, you know me just as well."

She finally turned her face to him, black and crimson fighting for dominance in her eyes.

"So? When do I start?"


Authors Note

Okay, this literally just popped into my head and I had to write it, I have no idea if I'll update it or not...depends on reviews. Whatever. Tell me if ya like it or not and if I should continue or not. Pic not mine, all rights and credit goes to original owner.