Prologue
"Absolutely not!"
"But-"
"No 'buts', young lady." The Principality cut back. "You are not going to Los Angeles to track down the bloody devil."
"This is the only way Heaven and Hell will leave me alone!"
"Dove, didn't you say that the Almighty said that you were basically cut loose?" Crowley asked softly.
"Hell isn't under Heaven's control," Hope muttered. "Even if the Lord ordered Heaven to leave me alone, She can't order Hell to do so." The messenger took a deep breath. "I want to be free of this. And if that means going to America and hunting down Satan then…allons-y, I guess."
"I still don't think that this is a good idea." Aziraphale muttered.
"Come on Angel. She wants to hang out with her friends. And she can't bloody well do that if she's looking over her shoulder all the time." The demon took another deep swig of his drink.
"Please, Mr. Aziraphale." Hope begged. She knew that the Principality was protective of her. They both were. They saw her as their daughter, as family. And, her being a messenger with what little power she possessed, going off to face the Devil, an Archangel who had rebelled against God and ruled Hell for millennia, who was Mr. Crowley's former boss….it was basically suicide.
But she had to.
"I have to, Mr. Aziraphale." She tried again. She could see him breaking just a bit. "It's the only way for me to live in peace."
Finally, the last bit of the Principality's resolve crumbled. He sighed, straightening his back as he glanced towards his partner.
"She's got a point, Angel." The demon pointed out.
"Fine. If you must travel to North America, then I'd prefer you take some protection nonetheless."
"Obviously." Hope straightened her tartan cardigan primly. Her eyes went wide when she saw what he was talking about when he meant protection.
AN: Hey guys. Sorry about the lack of updates recently. Things have been hectic as I am preparing to graduate and classwork is ramping up. I'm going to update once every two weeks to give me a breather!