Hello and thanks for clicking on my story. I'll keep things short and sweet. This chapter is especially short but I hope you enjoy anyways. I have the next few chapters written, so as long as someone's reading I'll be updating and, hopefully, writing. Enjoy, or if you don't, that's chill, too. Feel free to leave a review, they're always appreciated. :)
Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the child is lost
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Months before the Doctor even figured out Amelia wasn't Amelia, a veiled woman and a uniformed man made their way down the corridors of Demon's Run in silence. It was companionable, laced with unspoken determination. Eventually they came to a fork in the hallways and stopped. They turned toward each other, grabbed hands and offered few words of farewell, before heading separate ways.
The woman held her head high as the fluorescent lights flickered overhead and her dark red gown swished at her moving feet, walking with an air of power. She came to a stop at an armed man guarding a door. "Are you Dea Stellarum, the one Madame Kovarion is expecting?"
"I most certainly am. Also, before you ask, I am in allegiance with the headless monks and therefor I will not be asked to remove my veil. Understood?"
"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but you-"
Before he could finish, the door opened and out came the devil herself. "It's okay; she is to come with me. Also, she does not have to remove her veil, though under my command, not hers. Are we clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good," she turned to the other woman and gave a tight smile, "Well then, come now." With that she turned around and walked back through the door through which she came, this time with the new woman trailing behind.
In the soldiers' quarters, all heads turned when a handsome new face burst in the door with an ever present air of confidence. Some were taken aback, as fresh meat usually has a jittery nervousness about them, some couldn't look away and some of the more friendly people were happy to welcome him with a smile on their faces.
The man threw bag of belongings onto the bunk he was assigned and turned back to those around him. A few soldiers stepped closer to introduce themselves and he took it all in with a smile.
"Hello, I'm Captain Jack Harkness."