B. Chapter 9

A single day had passed, and I was no closer to finding Sam. It didn't help that I had a demon troupe following me around; they were probably making sure I stayed out of trouble. I needed to slip them if I wanted to explore this church in a tad more depth. The biggest issue though was the one I still could not identify- that Fallen. He stared at me with hatred, and if I didn't know better, I would swear he wanted my head on a pike.

I was currently walking around the church's grounds glancing at all the demons flocking nearby. The rumor had spread fast of my defection, and every one want a peek of Lucifer's daughter- half angel, half mongrel. It was strange to think that all these demons use to be human, and I couldn't help but wonder how many of them struggled to hang onto that humanity. The way each stared at me, blood and drool dripping from their teeth- I could assume none.

Each step I took, grass would crunch audibly beneath my boots. That was one thing my Father was kind of enough to find me- a new pair of shoes… and he kept the Horsemen far from me. He knew that Plague and I had terms to settle, and I knew that the last thing Father wanted was for his precious high ground to be torn down in the subsequent battle.

"So little missy," Crowley grinned skipping up to walk beside me. I tried not to groan at the sight of my number 2 fan since arriving. "What do you think of our accommodations? Do they suit you?" If there was ever an award for the most sarcastic demon, Crowley better be the winner. I swore he loved the sound of his own voice.

I stopped in place and turned to the demon, looking quite unamused with his presence. "What can I do you for Crowley?" I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible.

He ran his finger along the neckline of my current shirt as if he was trying to decide on my fashion taste. I felt myself becoming quite agitated with this thing in front of me, but I somehow held my composure. I simply dreamed of running my blade through his gut.

"Your Daddy," he replied emphasizing with a grin, "would like to see you. Apparently the bird brains are very curious to see you on this side…"

"So he wants to make a show of me…" I sighed. I knew this would come; I was just hoping that it would either come after I've already split or longer than a day. This charade was hard enough to keep up with Lucifer; I couldn't imagine Castiel's eyes when he saw me. The disappointment, the rage… I pushed the thoughts aside just as he had tossed me aside to keep his wings.

"Now would be preferable," he continued.

"As he commands," I grinned with an obnoxious bow. I turned in direction and headed toward the front of the church. I was able to keep my composure on the outside even if my interior was beyond terrified. If Lucifer wanted to show the angels I was now his, he would make a grand show of it. I wouldn't fight a scouting group; I'd fight Michael most likely. I could only hope I would make it thru this fight alive, so I could continue my real reason of being here: finding Sam.

"Father," I said once I reached the altar. It was strange to see my Father in a church surrounded by a few demons and that fallen. Alistair grinned down at me when I fell to a knee in respect. "You called."

"Obedient aren't you?" Alistair purred, and I didn't even want to think of the images running through that sick demon's mind. Just the mere sight of how he was staring at me licking his lips made me want to vomit. "I'm going to guess that's the bird side of you."

"Yeah, and the part of me that will kick your ass will be my Winchester side," I snarled in response. There was nothing more I wanted than to send this sick bastard back to hell permanently.

"Enough children," Lucifer sighed rubbing his temples. I glanced up at the man that was my Father. Whoever he was wearing looked thinned out and dying almost. Even as more demon than angel, my Father would run through vessels until he had Sam. "Your change of heart has apparently caused the angels to change their plans."

"How so?" I asked keeping my eyes on the ground.

"They are moving bases as we speak. They are leaving the humans and moving to a new undisclosed location." He moved directly in front of me, and I found my breath caught in my own throat. "We have a choice dear daughter. We can trace the angels back to the starting point and take out this original base." I found myself shaking involuntary at his words.

"It's angel proofed and demon proofed," I couldn't help but say. "There would be no reason to wipe the humans out," I said trying to keep the plea from my voice. I had wondered why he hadn't grilled me for the human base location yet.

"Oh I know," he said placing two fingers under my chin and having me look up towards him. "I am not worried about the humans currently… which means our other options is to follow the angels and engage them before they have a chance to get their bearings."

"As you command Father," I whispered thankful that I wasn't going to attack my own home. If the angels would be pissed about my sudden "change of heart", I couldn't imagine Bobby's wrath. We might have warned him that Dean and I were about to do something stupid, but I don't think even he could account for THIS amount of stupid. "Point me where I am to go and I will." I wanted to chew my tongue off.

"He will accompany you," Lucy said while pointing to the unknown Fallen. "As will a few of my demons."

"Based on the numbers, this isn't a fight to win but more for them to see that they have lost," I said standing. "To see me with you." I felt his hand brush my cheek.

"Of course daughter," he smiled. "Now go."

The Fallen came to stand beside me before turning without a word and leaving. I almost had to jog to catch up to the brisk pace the creature had set. As we left the church, numerous demons stood around growling and cheering for the chance to spill angel blood.

"Any chance I can get a name for you?" I asked with a grin.

"No," he snarled barely looking my way.

"Okay No," I said to be cheeky, but before I could continue, he had spun and had his hand around my throat.

"You don't belong here," he said, anger blistering in his eyes. He leaned down until his mouth was right next to my ear. "If I have my way, you'll be fed to the hellhounds, piece by piece… and then we will start all over again."

"Gotcha," I shrugged. "Don't piss you off, Broody." I couldn't help but give him a nickname even if he was currently threatening me. His hand tightened around my throat, I could feel his nails digging into my skin. The demons around us stood silently. "Let's just do this job, and then you don't have to look at me." He released me, and I ran a hand across my sore neck. I still couldn't sense his grace, but I knew he had to be an angel before this.

We headed out, demon company and all towards where Broody said the angels were amassing to find a new place to stay. I kept quiet for most of the journey, but I listened to each demon snide and gloat about the numerous angels they had slain and humans they had butchered. It was disgusting to be around this company, and I wasn't sure how I was going to stand it. At least it was only four more days… if I could find Sam and break my deal.

With the speed of supernatural travel, it didn't take us long to come across the twenty or so angels we were hunting. I tried not to grimace at the sight- Michael, Anna, and even Castiel. I felt all my courage with this plan just draining away. I didn't know if I could hurt them; they might have betrayed me, but somehow, they were still my friends… my lover.

I quietly drew my blades trying to keep the horror from my face as Broody pulled out his own weapon. The demons didn't even wait for a cue, they just swarmed the group. I waited in the back and watched the massacre begin. The demons were lower level, they would easily be over taken, but they would exhaust the enemy.

"Michael leave!" I heard Anna cry. "We will hold them off."

"Please brother," Cas added on, and I watched him send a demon straight back to the Pit.

"Second thoughts Rachel?" I heard Broody purr into my ear. I felt his blade press into my spine, not enough to do any damage, but I was sure he was cutting skin.

"No, I belong to Lucifer now," I said before proving my point and flying into the frying pan. I landed in the middle of the mess as two angels were being overrun.

I saw Anna's eyes meet mine, and a massive grin broke out on her face. "Cas, Rachel's here!" Even Michael turned towards me in that moment as did Cas. I swore a small smile broke out on his face. They had been worried about us- Dean and I… That relief of seeing me quickly vanished when I pushed my blade right into the throat of an angel. The light exploded out, and when it faded, I could see the astonishment on Anna's face, the disbelief on Michael's, and the hatred on Castiel's… oh god, this better be worth it.

Chapter 10: FIGHT, fight, fight, fight…

OOC: Yeah I went poof again. I'm bad, but I swear there's a good excuse! I just finished my novel Hidden Wings to place on the kindle- hence me being busy. I'm going to put this chapter up now, and I'll try to even upload another one tonight. The fight scene shouldn't be hard for me to put together :P

Also, thanks to everyone who keeps reading; I didn't know there were so many of you until I checked my old email and realized how many of you were waiting for a chapter.