I'll admit it, I'm not crazy about this chapter. So, another chapter will be posted to make it worthwhile.

The song here is "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless.

Heaven Knows

Earlier…

Ginger had shown Clara a way out of Hell. It was a sort of portal and she wondered if this was how Hellhounds got in and out. She felt a little silly going through the portal, but being a Cambion, she couldn't enter like most demons. However, this was a one-time sort of thing. Even if Crowley provided her with her own exit, she didn't intend on appearing in the human world often.

Once Clara stepped through after Ginger, she was standing in an alley between two stores. Ginger sat there and looked up at her, as if waiting for an order.

"Good job." She said and patted Ginger. She began walking and her Hellhound immediately followed her, sniffing the air and watching every human like it was prey to satisfy her intense hunger. It made her smile. Now if anyone made a comment about her ass, she could sick her Hellhound on them.

Looking at the products in the store windows, it made her remember the old days where she had learnt early in her life that if she snapped her fingers, she could move objects like demons could disappear and reappear. That was all Clara really could do with her demonic power.

As a kid, it began with small objects like Lego blocks. Then she moved onto bigger things such as dolls, flower pots and then kitchen chairs. When she was a teenager, the goal was always to see how far she could go. The biggest object she moved was a car: from the dealership to a back alley about two blocks away. In order to do such things, she had to know the locations well and concentrate. Moving such large objects left her somewhat weak and tired for a couple of days.

Odd how she couldn't ever move herself, but she never missed what she never had.

As she got older, she pretty much acquired everything she ever wanted. She sometimes used her power to inflict vengeance, such as steal jewelry from snobby girls. Most of the time she played tricks on people and watched them get angry or into fights. However, even with all the stuff she ever wanted and had, these past few years she was missing something she couldn't steal… until now: love.

She finally had it and it unleashed something in her.

As Clara looked through the windows of this chic store, there was this gorgeous bag and it was large enough to carry her stuff. She snapped her fingers and the bag appeared in her hand. She continued to walk and grinned at the people who were too wrapped up in their lives to even notice she stole the bag without stepping into the store or breaking the glass.

Now she had an idea of what had been unleashed in her: carelessness in all its purity. People could have been watching her like a hawk and she couldn't have given a shit. The world was no longer her Home. It was Hell. And that was much sweeter and satisfying.

She continued, glancing through the store windows and saw candles that she could use to set a romantic mood in their apartment. She snapped her fingers and they appeared in her bag.

Next, was the treasure of her hunt: a sexy angel costume. She knew he'd be disturbed, but she just couldn't help herself. She wanted to have fun. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't alone. Having fun by yourself could sometimes be a little boring.

She had to walk for a while before she found a store that sold just what she needed. Inside the store, a woman walked around, glancing at all the racks and grabbed an angel costume with a smile on her face. She titled her head and held it against her body. No offense to her, but she wasn't very appealing. Then the woman approached a mirror, twirled around and smiled. Clara rolled her eyes and sneered. She snapped her fingers and it appeared in her bag.

"Sorry honey. But, by the looks of it, it'll serve me much better."

One second, the woman was happy. The next, she looked around, baffled by the disappearance of her angel costume. Clara laughed wickedly and walked away.

She felt so different now, being Queen of Hell, than she had before, being simply a Cambion. She didn't change to the point she was a new person; she just felt so free, like she could do whatever she wanted. She could blow up a village and say: "Oh, oops. Well, I'm the Queen of Hell, so suck rocks, losers" and not care. Not only was she more careless, but she enjoyed indulging her demon side more. She had no reason to hold back, to be undetectable. If something wanted to hunt her down, it would be stupid to do so. Clara wasn't alone anymore. She had Crowley and anyone would be brain dead if they thought they could kill his Queen.

Clara followed Ginger to the portal, but something caught her attention and she knew it would be the perfect gift to spoil her Hellhound: a Cabbage Patch doll that resembled her mother. Ironically, her mother actually liked those ugly dolls. She snapped her fingers with a grin. If only she could watch her mother scream in horror as that doll was being torn apart by an invisible demonic canine.

And speaking of mother dear, the old cunt would die of a heart attack if she knew her evil daughter had become the epitome of evil, the Queen of Hell. She might just have to visit her one day and trigger that little heart attack that will finally kill the old bitch.

Once Clara stepped through the portal, she was back in the Hell: Home sweet Home. She walked to the apartment and once inside, smiled as Crowley was not yet back from his duties. She glanced down at Ginger and patted her head.

"You were a good girl. Mommy has a treat for you." She said and pulled out the Cabbage Patch doll from her bag. Ginger titled her head as if wondered what the Hell it was. "Scary looking thing, isn't it? It reminded me of my mother." She said and handed it to the Hellhound. She sank her teeth into its head as if she could feel Clara's rage for her mother. She enjoyed watching Ginger shake that doll violently and tear off its head.

Maybe instead of triggering a heart attack, Clara could let Ginger tear off her mother's head. The image made Clara grin sinisterly. That would be a good show… even better with popcorn.

Clara brushed off the idea and quickly set off to place the candles all around the room, then to prepare her costume. She walked into the bathroom and not too long after, Crowley had arrived, obviously finished for the evening.

She undressed and had put on the angel costume. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and couldn't help but snicker. Oh, her dear Crowley was in for a real surprise!