All Settings on "8"
Lucky you, when you returned to Baker Street, Watson wasn't in the living room anymore; Understandable, since it was long after his bedtime. It would be much easier to explain Sherlock alone what just happened. Watson would probably just nag that it was a terrible idea and be concerned what could possibly happen to you.
Sherlock's reaction however was just slightly... unexpected.
"So, you are planning to use this watch, of whose you neither know if, nor how it works, to come home?" He sounded…concerned.
"It will bring me home anyways; you remember what I said about Demons and Deals?" The words left your mouth with more confidence than intended. If Crowley lied to you, Sherlock's mockery would accompany you for weeks.
"I shall contact you, when something of interest happens."
"Would be great. After all, what would the master mind do without the help of his appreciated apprentice?" You replied with a smirk and turned around when something stroke your mind.
"Ehrm, Sherlock...one last thing?" He faced you with a blank expression before he nodded. "The 'contact me' might be of high difficulty when my phone still rests inside your coat pocket."
Some ten minutes later, you found yourself in your bedroom, a slight uncomfortable tingle in your ears. At least you had your phone back and the watch actually worked. Seconds after you adjusted the red hand to point at the 12, you were covered in a faint white light that brought you back home. With a heavy sigh, you threw yourself at your bed and a swift glance at the date including watch on the wall revealed the most surreal detail of your journey; it was 9 am, October 4th. You really had been away only half the time you had spent in London.
You had rarely time to calm down and get a bit sleep, since 7 pm came soon. You decided to wait for Crowley some steps away from your house so nobody would notice you...just in case; Because Crowley said to "dress nicely" and so did you. You picked a long black dress with a cut along the right leg and some silver strass stones at the neck, combined with a small, simple black handbag. The pocket watch you hid under the clothes, while you also wore a nice necklace with a scarlet red pendant and suiting earrings. After a while of thinking, you put the ancient coin in the backside of the watch, it might be useful eventually. The only thing you forgot before going outside was to eat something...but certainly, this would not take too long, at least that's what you told your rumbling stomach to calm him down.
Crowley definitely was a man of punctuality.
Point 7 pm he suddenly appeared in front of you. He was about to say something but when he looked at you...it made appearance as if you would left him speechless, since nothing but a short whistle left his mouth.
"Darling...you look stunning. Maybe I should have kept you for my own entertainment instead of for this third class master mind."
"You ordered to dress nicely." You simply tried to ignore the last comment.
"I indeed love how precisely you follow my orders. And you have a good eye for colours, dear." He gave a meaningful glance at your necklace, making you immediately understand what he meant. The demon wore his usual black suit and a tie in exactly the colour of your jewellery; basically, you and him were in partner look...great. How didn't you see that coming?
Crowley tore you from your thoughts, when he pointed at his, goddamn expensive looking, wristwatch.
"I would never rush a lady, but I'm afraid we have some business." He offered you his arm, drawing a glance of the sort "You are kidding me now, aren't you?" from you, nevertheless you accepted and he snapped you away with your arms linked.
Lucky you, because the moment you were able to open your eyes again, you really needed his arm to keep your balance. All those snapping or teleporting, or whatever really exhausted you.
"Ah never mind, love. I don't mind you clinging on me." You shot the demon a death glare and finally got yourself to look at the area he brought you. You were standing in front of a big villa. The drive was full of expensive and unique cars. Nearly every window of the house was enlightened and next to the front door, there stood a gorilla with a suit, guarding the entrance.
"High Society of the unnatural tonight, eh?" You asked the demon with a wide smirk, but his face has suddenly gone all-blank.
"What you are looking for is in the first floor, last door on the right."
"How do I recognize it? And now dare to say, "You'll know when you see it", that phrase is overused."
"It's a small box, wrapped in dark red satin, some letters in ancient Greek written on its front. Precise enough?"
"Last room on the right side, first floor; red box from Greece, aye. ...I know I might regret this question but...you ain't gonna tell me what's in the box?"
"My dear...all you need to know is that it's of importance for me. Now let's go, who knows, if we finish this quick, we might as well enjoy the rest of the evening." Great, whatever this box was, there was a 98% chance that it might be able destroy whole worlds. The remaining 2% included killing or mutilating the Winchesters exclusively. For you it just remained to hope that exactly those two would prevent Crowley from...whatever he intended to do.
When the guy next to the door noticed the two of you, his eyes widened. With a deep bow, he instantly let you inside the house, where you quickly crossed the giant entrance hall.
"The king of hell always gets backstage, hm?" You whispered to Crowley, causing him to chuckle.
"Aristocracy opens doors, darling." God almighty this guy was a bigger show-off then Sherlock. Obviously reading your mind, the demon sent you a disapproving glance, before he pointed at a certain door, next to the stairway leading upward. "Time to make acquaintance of our host."
"How does it come...if he stole this box from you, won't he be suspicious when you show up on his party?"
"He didn't steal it directly from me. It made some short stops before he got it; he has no idea that I am the original owner."
"Which you undoubtedly are of course." He had no time to make a snarky comeback since you finally entered the next room. It was a living room, even bigger than the entrance hall and crowded with people.
You clearly doubted that there was even one other normal human.
"Oh, there are some witches in here for sure."
"That's not what I consider a normal human, Crowley."
"That...well let's talk about this later. I see our friend is coming. ." Indeed, when you followed his look, you noticed a stranger making his way through the crowds towards you. It was a tall, slim man with short dark blonde hair, whom you have never seen before. Lucky you, since you already feared it could be Balthazar´s house.
The guy really had some features similar to the angel, but he looked even more arrogant. You had to suppress the temptation to slap this terrible smile of his face.
"Ah, the king of hell personally gives us the honour?" His smile became even wider when he shook the demons hand then his eyes fell upon you. "And how can I address this beautiful lady?"
"I felt like having some company tonight." Crowley replied with the same feign friendliness in his voice, before he introduced you. "My adorable company; Belial. And Belial I may introduce my old...friend; Gomorra."
Did he just say...you had rarely time to be shocked, since Gomorra suddenly took your hand and, with a bow, gave it a gentle kiss.
"It's a pleasure to make your aquentaince, dearest."
"Pleasure's all mine." You assured, bringing yourself to fake a smile.
"Darling, why don't you mingle with the crowd, while the two of us have a drink on old times?" You nodded swiftly, giving both of the men a last smile before you turned around to "make some new friends".
From the corner of your eye, you watched the two disappearing in the crowd, when you made your way back to the entrance hall. Fortunately, the hall was not so empty anymore; there were many people in the room as well as on the stairs, so nobody took special notice of you when you reached the first floor. Some of the doors you passed were opened widely, revealing various salons, hobby rooms and a big dining hall. You would have entirely ignored it, wouldn't it have been for the giant buffet in the hall. Your stomach gave not neglect-able signs that he wanted to take part. However, you ignored it again, trying to focus on your job. You distracted yourself by pulling out the pocket watch and opening it. The red hand showed "8" and you were eager to make sure you won´t forget it.
When you finally reached the door you were looking for, your first problem appeared; a huge man in a suit, guarding the door.
In front of him was a small group of chatting woman, but he didn't pay special attention to them. Sheer luck solved your little problem...well maybe not only luck, as you would find out later.
However, just the moment you greeted the woman, to speak a bit with them so you had time to overview the situation, a shriek sound from downstairs let everyone turn around in surprise. The guard first looked at the group suspiciously, then he rushed away in direction of the stairs. The woman lost attention of you and followed him quickly; you took your chance. Within seconds you had opened the door and shoved yourself in the dark room. Finding a light switch, you were able to look around.
It was only a small passage, leading to another door, but you had rarely ever seen a better-guarded place. On the ceiling was a huge devil trap, countless enochian symbols on both walls and the doorframe and the handle shimmered in a light grey, appearing to be either silver or iron. While you looked at some signs on the wall, which you had never seen before, you wondered how Gomorra himself managed to enter the room.
That he definitely did so occasionally became obvious when you finally entered the room; it was breath taking.
A huge office, stuffed with things you have never seen in your whole life. The walls were bordered with big glass showcases, containing old stones, tablets, crystals and mysterious antic objects. On the end of the room, rarely finding place between all the relics there stood a massive, wooden desk also stuffed with various artefacts. In the middle of the chaos, you finally found what you were looking for; the small red box …but thee Greece letters irritated you…πανδώρα…?
That reminded you of something, didn´t that mean… You were interrupted by the sound of an opening door.
A very close opening door. Quickly you turned around to check for a hiding place. As cliché, it was…the only available hideout was a red curtain fixed on one of the showcases. You hid behind it the right moment someone entered the room. You heard the steps and voices of three men, one of them you recognized as Gomorra and the other one…was Crowley?
How did they even get in here?
There must´ve been a way to deactivate the devils trap… Unfortunately you couldn´t hear what they were talking about but they nearly heard you when your stomach suddenly made a loud, growling noise. You held your breath when the voices stopped talking and prayed to everything in this universe that nobody heard you. Some harrowing slow seconds passed, before you noticed Crowley´s voice one more time. Then you heard the door opening and closing one more time, waiting a few more seconds before you dared breathing again. You peeked out of your hiding place, assuring that everyone was gone before you quickly went back to the desk and grabbed the box, shoving it in your handbag.
Now that you had had time to think about the letters…the last thing you would do was opening it out of curiousness, but maybe you could keep Crowley from causing all too big harm to anyone…
Pushing your thoughts away, you finally noticed an even bigger problem: How to get out. The gorilla was certainly standing in front of the door again… You entered the small passage leading out of the room you just decided to test out your luck. If it wouldn´t work…you could just zap away with your watch and Crowley could…well after what he just let you steal he could as well drive to hell. ….okay, wrong thought.
Not thinking about it any longer, you just opened the door, seeing…no one.
After making a few steps away from the door, you decided that it was the perfect moment to take care of the box. Pulling out your phone you hoped that the phone numbers actually worked and started typing;
[Crowley has the box of πανδώρα. Do something. Don´t let him notice that you know about it, I like my head where it is. xx / to: [18669073235] / message successfully sent. /
Once you sent the message and turned your phone on silent, just to avoid Crowley noticing something in case somebody would write or call back, you made your way back to the crowd. All people had left the first floor but lucky you, nobody noticed that you had been up there all the time. When you reached the room you had been to when you arrived, you swallowed hard.
How were you supposed to find Crowley in this chaos?
"You are not, Darling." You winced a bit, when the voice appeared behind you and turned around. "I´ve already been looking for you, the party is such…disappointing. Shall we leave?" He offered you his arm again and you accepted, nodding with a faint smile. You waited until the two of you left the building, before you started talking again.
"Belial, really?"
"Y/N is not a demons name, dear. You would have been terribly out of place."
"Yes, giving me the name of a fallen angel is so much better."
"A deceptively beautiful fallen angel." You sighed, shaking your head. This man was driving you crazy.
"In a good way I suppose." was his chuckled answer.
"Another question, how did you…"
"Sorry to interrupt you beloved, but we should leave before we continue our conversation. Your stomach gave some in-deceptive signals back there…maybe we should head out for dinner?" Before you could answer properly, he snapped his fingers and a fading white appeared in front of your eyes.
