DISCLAIMER: Any of the characters in this Fan Fic that are in Dogma aren't mine! (Although you don't know how much I wish they were!)

Chapter 3

"Now, really, gentlemen. Did you think you could escape me that easily?"

Bartleby and Loki looked up just in time to see the girl who had been haunting them for three weeks standing at the entrance to the ally, leaning against the wall. They both stood there for sometime, staring at the girl, while she examined her nails.

"Shit, Kappal, what happened to you?" Loki managed to blurt out.

"I Fell, you dumbass!" The girl replied, "Right down to Hell!"

"Is that what all demons look like?" Loki asked cautiously, still staring at Kappal.

"No, I just didn't like the way I looked before (!) Of course we all look like this, within reason."

"Sorry I asked!"

"No, it's alright. Better to ask than run in the opposite direction at the speed of light!"

"Speaking of which…" Within seconds, both Loki and Bartleby were sprinting down the alley, away from Kappal.

"I think we lost her now!" They looked back down the deserted alley. But, as they turned back around again, there she was, casually leaning on the wall.

"Really?"

"How do you do that!" asked Bartleby, just overwhelmed.

"Hey! If Angels can do it, so can Demons…Look, we need to talk. Well, I need to talk and you need to listen…without running away!"

Bartleby and Loki exchanged glance, then turned back to Kappal and nodded.

"Cool. Now, to go somewhere more civilised!"

Then she clicked her fingers…

Chapter 4

Bartleby and Loki found themselves in a trendy bar, sitting on an expensive leather sofa.

"Now where are we?" Bartleby asked, looking around the bar.

"The RE Bar, London," said a voice from behind them. They turned around to see Kappal leaning on the back of the coach wearing stiletto boots, black leather trousers and a low cut red top. Her dark hair was pulled back in an updo, showing off her red highlights.

"Wow! You look great!" Loki exclaimed.

"Thanks!" she replied, sitting down opposite them.

"So…" said Bartleby, leaning forward. "Why have you been stalking us?"

"Well…" Kappal replied, also leaning forward until they were nearly touching foreheads. "I came to tell you that Lucifer is after you." She sat back casually and watched their faces drop.

"W…what?"

"Lucifer, Satan, the Morning Star, my Lord and Master is after YOU! Is that any clearer?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"Because you two came extremely close to achieving something he's been trying for a couple of millennia! He was pissed off then, but he's cracked now! He's sending all the demons he can after you."

"How do you know all this?"

"'Cause I'm the Lord of War. The only ones above me are Beelzebub and the Morning Star himself. I know about everything that takes place in Hell."

"Why are you telling us all this, then?"

"Damn, for a Gregori, you do ask a lot of questions!"

"Ex-Gregori."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don't think that any Angel, ex or otherwise, should have to go through what I did. And, I owe Loki, don't I?"

At the mention of his name, Loki, who had been staring at his shoes for the duration of the conversation, looked up at Kappal.

"Do you?"

"Oh, I know I do!" She turned to face Bartleby, "Did you know that it was Loki who ended up defeated me. It's thanks to him that I went to Hell. So, I owe him." Turning back to Loki's astonished face, she said calmly, "I'm being honest! I've been a goddess in three religions rather than take a backseat in one." Meeting their confused looks, "Oh, I'll explain later. When we have more time!

"The main reason for this meeting is to tell you to watch your backs."

And with that, Bartleby and Loki were back in their apartment.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not sure I am going to carry on this! Please R&R so I know how many people want me to continue! No Reviewsnomore of this Fic!