Chapter 3
Bloody Methods
"Please! Stop! I told you before, I don't know where it is!" she screamed, scarlet red blood dripping out of her mouth at the effort to say those few words.
The knife lodged deeper into her leg and she screamed out in pain once more. The knifes user could feel bone start to break under the pressure and blood start to stream down onto his hand. He grinned devilishly, having the only kind of fun a person made of pure evil could have.
"Come on sweetheart, I have information telling me that you know where the Earth Tablet is located. And you're a Goddess, which makes it even more believable." His dark voice spoke. He knew that she was a Goddess of some kind, even though he couldn't remember the name. But names didn't matter; especially in this situation.
He moved closer to her, inches away from her face, and whispered in her ear, "I'll ask you one more time. Where is it?"
The Goddess choked out a sob, tears streaming down her face. "I-I don't know." She choked out.
"Wrong answer." He said, ripping the knife out of her leg. She screamed once more, music to his ears. He lifted the blessed knife, about to launch it into her stomach, when a familiar British voice said, "Messy, messy, messy."
He sighed and turned around, knife down at his hip. Of course he had to show up just as he was about to kill some bitch.
"Crowley, what do you want?" he said in annoyance at his informer.
The Demon didn't answer him. Instead he walked over to a small table; one similar to a tray used at a Dentist office, and picked up a small knife.
"You know, torture is such a…barbaric way of getting information." He said, sliding his hand down the blade of the knife. "Don't get me wrong- I use it when I need to but it's just so-." He stopped admiring the blade and approached him, the blade still in his hand. Without warning, Crowley lodged the small knife into him. "Messy." He whispered.
The torturer shot him an annoyed looked and pulled the blade out of his stomach then threw it down onto the floor. "What was that for?" he asked, straightening his jacket while at the same time trying to wipe off some of the blood.
"For being a dumbass!" Crowley yelled. "Rylie, you are supposed to be out there retrieving the Air Table, but instead you're playing silly Demon games!"
"I was trying to find out the location of the Earth Tablet!" Rylie yelled back, his face getting red with anger.
"You can do that later because now Megan and the Winchesters know where the Air Tablet is and are going after it now." Crowley spat.
"So? My crew and I can take on a couple of wimpy hunters and some kid." Rylie said cockily.
"Never underestimate them. That kid killed an Archangel and those hunters stopped the apocalypse! Did I forget to mention that they have two Angels, and Archangel, and a Skin Walker on their side as well? And I have new information that The Powers are with them too. So get off of you lazy ass and go get that bloody Tablet!" Crowley yelled, anger poured into every word that was spoken.
Rylie let out a huff of anger. "This is my plan not yours. You are just my informer. I do what I want on my own time, got it? Now run back to your hell hound." Rylie said, turning his back on the fuming Demon.
"You are really not helping yourself right now. Do you want your only informer to stop informing you?" Crowley asked, his tone softer then before as if amused by Rylie's arrogance.
Rylie spun back around on his heel to face him. "You know, I'm not so sure anymore. I mean, you have gotten beat by the Winchesters how many times now? I'm not sure if I should be taking advice from you."
Crowley walked up to him, now inches away from his face. Rylie could feel the heat radiating from his anger. "I have worked with those boys before and found against them so many times that I know every move they will make. So, if you want those Tablets you better listen to me because no one else knows those boys as well as I do!"
Rylie narrowed his green eyes on the Demon in front of him. Should he continue to have his help? The ass did have a point but he wasn't sure…Fine, he would continue his help, but only because he didn't have time to find out information for himself. He had more important things to do, like go after the Tablets.
"Fine." Rylie spat at the other Demon. "I'll leave now to get the Air Tablet."
Crowley grinned and patted Rylie's cheek. "Good boy." He said then vanished from his sight.
Rylie growled and turned the knife around in his hand, remembering that it was there. He turned back to the Goddess, tears still in her eyes, and grinned at her once more.
"Sorry you had to see that." He said then plunged the blessed knife into her stomach, watching the life leave her eyes.