"What now sir?" asked me Gaston, one of the many demons that worked for me but one of the few that really are worth staying under my command.

We followed Azazel all the way from Greece, to Las Vegas. Only to lose him as soon as we got here, without having the slightest idea of why he did all that trip. Which angered me, cause I have to know why he suddenly makes different plans so I can kill him.

Everyone thinks I am doing all this work for Lilith, so when she gets into power I will still be her second in command, but then I would be the right hand of the Queen of Hell. But no, I am a patient guy, a guy who likes to plan, a guy with ambition, a guy who will be the future King of Hell.

"We stay here and investigate" I answered him "I will have a selected group of demons that work for me digging around Las Vegas, trying to find out what was Azazel doing here. But in the most discreet way possible, the last thing I need is someone knowing my plan".

"Yes, sir" Gaston replied without thinking it once, which made me smirk.

He and his sister sold their souls to me a hundred years ago, so I would erase the fact that they were sibling from everyone's mind. You see the deal is that they were in love, even though they were related and wanted to be together more than anything. They knew that they would be send to Hell for that fact, so they decided that they would prefer enjoying their mortal life together rather than apart.

Ever since they had been loyal to me, bending to my will whenever I wished. They are also one of the few demons that had found their soul mate and got them to stay by their side. Gaston and Isabella are also the only ones that know my plan of becoming King of Hell, not all of it but my intentions are clear for them. The obly reason why that is true, is because they believe in me and obey my every command, without even thinking it. They do that because they are loyal followers of mine.

"By the way, where is your sister?" I asked Gaston, noticing that she wasn't around. If I don't order Isabelle to leave, to do something for me, she would never stray from her brother's side "I can't see her".

"I... I don't know" he said. I could easily sense the fear in his voice, surely afraid of her having been caught "I must find her".

"Relax Gaston. If she had been kidnapped we will rescue her and if she had been exorcised I will only have to bring her back" I told him.

I refused to admit that I offered him comfort because I feel any kind of attachment for any of them. I only did it because finding utterly loyal demons is hard, if not impossible.

"Thank you, sir" Gaston told me, eyes shining with gratefulness and worship.

I totally didn't melt at his puppy eyes, eyes of a puppy whose owner has just returned from a long trip out of home.

"Gaston... love" murmured softly Isabelle, appearing from nowhere.

She spoke so low that if it wasn't from our demonic hearing we wouldn't have heard her. I was confused by why would she speak so low, when she always held herself firmly and proudly, making sure her voice to be listen. But when I saw her state I knew why, she looked like hell... and I should know about that.

"Isabelle! What happened to you love?" Gaston rushed to the side of his beaten and bandaged sister/soul mate/wife "Who did this to you?!".

"A black skinned man in his late thirties" answered an unknown feminine voice behind Isabelle.

When she stepped out of the shadows I was able to see her: she had a balanced skin color, not too pale or too tanned, unmarked by any scar or any blemish. She was tall, slim, had thing pink lips and brown greenish eyes, eyes that could practically show the purity of her soul, but also reveal her intelligence so anyone (smart) should know that she isn't someone to mess up with. Her breast length wavy chocolate hair placed delicately over her left shoulder in a pony tail.

Her elegant and beautiful features weren't the only thing that got my attention, but her modern and cool style of clothes caught my eye as well. She was wearing a pair of well fit blue jeans, held on her hip by a simple dark brown belt, a pair of light brown short boots, a plain white shirt and a dark brown jean jacket, which first buttons were unbuttoned. It gave her a juvenile look but with her expressions she gives out a mature aura.

"It was an angel" Isabelle whispered to Gaston, making us both stiff and her brother to tighten his hold on her "But he went away as soon as she saw her" Now that is interesting, I thought a bit impressed, could the angel be the reason why Azazel was here? Or her?

"Hi, my name is Crowley" I presented myself with my business smile and extended my hand, she accepted it and shook it firmly. Smart girl, I praised inside my head. Never show weakness in front of no one, especially strangers "Thank you for saving our partner. Who might you be young girl?".

"Samantha" she answered with a small smile. A smile that pinned me on my place by how honest it was, and by how cute her dimples made her look "And there is no need to thank me, I did what everyone... well, anyone good would do".

"Let us thank you" I insisted, not wanting to let my only clue to Azazel's plan slip away "It is breakfast time and it looks like you need it" I commented and it was true. The girl seem to be starving, not just from today but from a long time now "The hotel we are staying at, has a huge buffet for breakfast and a very good one at that. What do you say? Fancy something delicious to eat?".

She considered my offer and observed the three of us carefully, watching put for any sign of danger and weighting her options. Luckily we were good acting innocently, somethingthat only talented demons could do.

"Ok" she finally said "Breakfast can't hurt anyone. Guide the way".

I stepped at her left side to offer her my arm, which she decline politely. Shrugging I began walking, next to her, towards the hotel. Behind us I could hear my demons discuss what was going on.

"I have no idea of what happened, just that she brought me to her motel room and took care of my wounds. She... she showed much more kindness and love in a couple of hours than I had received in my whole life as human and demon. Not counting you or Crowley" Isabelle confessed softly, aw clear in her tone of voice "I could notice from my visit over her room that she is a huntress" I could feel Gaston ready to attack the girl "Do not hurt her Gaston... I owe her at least that".

Well, well, well. Who would have believed it? A simple girl was able to gain a demon's affection. I thought intrigued. Of course, Isabelle had always been kinder (if a demon can be kind) than normal demons. Both, she and Gaston too. Also, this strange girl isn't normal.

"Did you come from Scotland for work? Or are you from here?" Samantha's question brought me back from my thoughts.

"Good guess, normally people confuse my accent with a British one" I said with a quick smirk, trying to hide my unease.

No one can know that I am from Scotland, cause if they do it will be easy for them to find where my bones rest and kill me. And the last thing I want is to die, I didn't survive hell to be killed.

"It wasn't a wild guess" she told me "I watch English talking TV show from all over the world".

"Why?" I asked her confused, to why such a young girl will take interest in something like that, and curious, she doesn't cease to surprise me since the moment I met her.

"I am a nerd" she stated simply "I love to learn about other cultures and the ways of how they developed over the time".

I watched, with a bit of amazement, how her eyes shone in passionate happiness when she spoke of things she loves. It's something that I hadn't been able to witness in a long time. First because emotions is something demons don't have. Second cause the humans I deal with are despising people with dark or tainted souls, not bright like hers. Third because any other human or creature I meet are only toys for me.

"From where did this love for knowledge grow?" I questioned her.

"I have already told you enough of me" she replied with a sneaky smirk, showing me another side of her. Not the kind and innocent one, but the smart sly girly side "And you are a stranger. I never talk to strangers, less accept having breakfast with them. You should be flattered" she told me playfully.

Not trying to flirt with me, but just doing it cause she was like that. Or at least that's what I believe and I am proud about my profiling abilities. It is something you need to have to reach the position I am, in a demons government.

"Then why did you accept?" I asked her, stopping in front of the hotel entrance.

The smirk vanished from her face and blown full smile took over her face, a sly and sneaky smile. And her next words made me feel unease "For the same reason you offered me breakfast".