Author's Note: Will someone please tell my what a Mary-Sue is (Excuse my ignorance)?
"Loki. Loki! LOKI!" Bartleby shook his companion awake. Bartleby was taller than his friend, 6'1" to Loki's 5'9". He had close-cut brown hair, not quite a buzz. His eyes were brown as well. Loki's blue eyes snapped open. His blond hair was tousled from a night sitting up asleep.
"Yeah, I'm awake. I'm awake." he grumbled.
"The Almighty called. Actually Metatron appeared in a blaze of fire and told me about Her will."
"Cut the crap and tell me what She wanted, Bartleby."
Bartleby sighed. "A new demon. Name of Sahara."
Loki groaned. "Sahara? I remember her from Hell. Fiery bitch, wasn't she? Always the show-off. Wonder why she's here."
"Who cares? She's here and we have a job. Let's go." Bartleby replied.
"Easy for you to say. You just announce me. I have the hard job."
"What, you kill people. How hard is that?"
"Not people, Bartleby, demons. There's a difference."
"Shut up and stop arguing with me." Bartleby snapped.
Loki raised his eyebrows and held up his hands. "Okay, okay. Geez, someone's in a bad mood."
"Just uncase your wings." Bartleby said exasperatedly.
Loki sighed and bent over slightly. A pair of wings unfolded slowly on his back. He flapped them a few times, then stretched them out to their full span, flexing his shoulders.
Bartleby already had his wings out. He jerked his head towards the city. Loki nodded, and, with an unspoken agreement, they rose into the air.
Diana Crystal was walking happily along the sidewalk, silently revelling in her small victory over one man in the human race that hunted her kind. Now she could take her time. In the confusion that followed the apparent accident at Daniels' office, she could quickly and silently take out another demonologist's office, maybe two. They would be far apart from each other, to look as if they were random. But to the demon-hunting world, the message would be clear. A demon was out to get to them and their hating kind. They would pay for those they had destroyed, Spidra, Chimera and the others, destroyed in their prime. Diana clenched her fist. Then she heard the wings. She looked around, but saw nothing but a flock of startled pigeons. Shaking her head, she kept walking. She reached her next destination. This was a female demon-hunter. Dr. Samantha Kebol.
"Dr. Kebol?" Diana asked in her honeyed voice.
A middle-aged woman looked up from behind her desk. "Yes?"
"I need to talk to you. It's about a demon."
"I'm sorry, young lady, you'll need to make an appointment. I'm very busy." Dr. Kebol said coldly.
Diana's eyes flashed red for an instant. Then she smiled. "You don't understand Dr. Kebol. This is very urgent. I have a demon for you to see."
Dr. Kebol looked up sharply. "Really, where?"
"Hold on a second, Doctor. But the wait is worth it. This is to die for."
"I've heard that line delivered one too many times in movies, miss. You're here to kill me, aren't you? What are you, a demon-sympathizer?"
"Not quite." Diana moved closer to the woman. Slowly, she forced the doctor to step backwards, until she was backed up against the wall.
"Young lady, I have to ask you to leave." Dr. Kebol said. Diana laughed at the feeble attempt of authority.
Then she transformed again. Dr. Kebol let out a weak scream. Sahara laughed, harsh and grating.
"Good day, Doctor." Sahara drew her sword. Flames flickered inside the blade. She raised the sword to the ceiling and it ignited. Sahara roughly grabbed the doctor, pulling her to her feet. Then she plunged forward with the sword, running the woman through. She watched as Dr. Kebol dropped to her knees and died gasping. The ceiling creaked as it collapsed, Sahara standing among the fire and debris smiling. She held up her sword and spread her dark wings. Passersby gaped at her. Her smile disappeared. The time for secrecy and planning was over. She was fed up with these humans and their hatred. She was about to point at the nearest human, a twelve-year-old boy. Then she heard the voice.