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Chapter One

'The First Meeting

The woman set alone at the table for two. Her unnaturally red hair was a beacon in the dim lighting of the restaurant. She wore a tight fitting black mini dress with a red leather bow shaped belt that accented her waist. Her legs were crossed underneath the table and on her feet were a pair of matching red pumps that had bows on the side. She twirled a bite of pasta around her fork as her eyes scanned over a small, leather book that looked to be ancient. Her red painted lips were twitched into a smirk as she read.

"Miss, would you like another glass of wine? And maybe a dessert?" A waiter asked her. He stood on her right next to the table. He was classically handsome. His brown hair was slicked back stylishly and he was tall with baby blue eyes and his black suit fit him to perfection. The woman glanced at him for just a second before her eyes went back to her book.

"Another bottle of wine actually. I've finished this one it seems." She told him waving her hand casually towards her empty glass and bottle of wine. "And as for dessert... I'm in the mood for something chocolate. Surprise me." She told him glancing at him once more with her smirk still in place.

"Of course, miss. I'll be back shortly." The handsome waiter told her before dashing off to complete her order.

"Boring," she muttered to herself. "I really need to find someone more fun." She said as she adjusted her book to continue to read however a voice stopped her. A British accented voice that came from behind her.

"Well love, if a good time is what you're looking for I'm sure I can be of service." The mystery voice said. She didn't even make a move to see who was behind her.

"Hmm, is that so?" She questioned. "I highly doubt you have anything I would want." She told him. "You wouldn't be able to keep up with me."

The mystery man didn't get to answer before the waiter was back to deliver her new bottle of wine along with a large slice of Devil's chocolate food cake that had dark chocolate drizzled beautifully on the top as well as a few raspberries placed neatly in the middle of the slice of cake. She smiled in amusement at the irony of the name of the cake.

"Good choice." She commented as her green eyes stared hungrily at it. "Thank you, I'm think I'm good for now." She shooed the waiter off with her hand. When he didn't immediately move from her side she gave him a sideways glance to see that he was staring over her shoulder at her mystery intruder.

'Men," she thought. 'They don't ever seem to change.'

"Is he bothering you, miss?" The waiter finally asked her.

She sighed in aggravation. Couldn't she just eat in peace. "He's fine. Now can you go away now?" Her voice just barley holding back her annoyance. He got the message and quickly left her table.

She poured herself another glass of wine and took a long drink before picking up her fork to try her dessert. She hummed in delight as the cake melted in her mouth.

"Are you going to stand there like a creepy stalker or are you going to tell me what you want?" She addressed her unwanted company as she took another drink of her wine.

"Straight to the point, I like that." He commented. She hummed disinterested. She heard him move from behind her as he made his way to the chair in front of her.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting but it wasn't what she received. The man in front of her looked to be in his late thirties to early forties with short brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't what someone would call a thin man but he wasn't big either. By looking at him she could tell that he had a few inches of height on her but he was still shorter than most men. His suit was very impressive. A beautiful solid black suit that was tailored to fit him flawlessly. A silk gray patterned tie completed his ensemble. She admitted that he was handsome but she had seen handsome before. His gaze was on her as she picked up her wine glass and took a drink as her green eyes took him in. She lazily twirled around the small amount of wine left in her glass.

"So, what do you want?" She asked.

"First of all, the names Crowley." He told her. Her right left eyebrow raised at his introduction. She offered nothing but silence when he paused. Crowley gave a small laugh before continuing. "And I'm here to help you."

She laughed as she sat down her glass before leaning slightly across the table towards him. With a smirk she told him, "And like I told you there is nothing you have that I want."

She would give the man some credit. He was charming and had an ego almost as big as hers.

"Is that so darling?" He asked unfazed. Her eyes narrowed as she tried figure out what his game was. "Did I mention that I'm also The King of the Crossroads?" He sent her his own smirk as hers turned into a frown.

He wasn't just a man... he was a demon and apparently not just any demon but the 'King of the Crossroads'. She relaxed back into her seat as she now watched him wearily. He wasn't here by accident and she had no idea how he found her.

"So let me guess, you're here to try to drag me back to your... boss, to get some brownie points from him. That's what you demons do isn't it? He's like your God isn't he?" She asked. Her voice took on a completely different tone. Before her voice was playful, almost flirtatious, now it was cold and biting.

"You talking about Lucifer? I hate the dick." Crowley told her. She wasn't convinced. "Actually, I'm trying to get rid of him. The whole apocalypse thing is bad for business."

She was silent for a moment as she took in what he was telling her.

"So let me get this straight you're a demon and you want to kill the devil?" She asked in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she believed him but if what he said was true than he had a lot of guts.

"I already tried killing him. Well, not me per-say but that plan didn't work out. Unfortunately, now Lucy knows that I want him dead. Being keeping a low profile." He explained to her.

"And yet here you are in public... with me of all people."

It was his turn to lean towards her. "Yes, but you're also keeping a low profile. And believe me, finding you wasn't exactly an easy task but I have my ways." He told her before leaning casually back in his seat with his hands resting on the table.

"I guess I'm just going to have to cover my tracks better from now on." She said as she poured herself another glass of wine and then grabbing the unused second glass she filled it as well before placing it in front of Crowley. He gave her a questionable look before picking up the glass.

"So, if you have already unsuccessfully tried killing Lucifer why come to me?" She questioned him. "Believe me, if I could kill him I would have done so already."

"Well, it's come to my attention that while I haven't been able to figure out a way to kill him there is a way to lock him back in his cage." Crowley told her as he finished off his glass. He now had her full attention. He set his glass back on the table with an impressed look. "You've got good taste. I have to say I wasn't sure what I expected from you but I'm... impressed."

"So, you do know who I am?"

"Oh course I do love and I know you would love nothing more than getting rid of the devil as well. So, still think I have nothing to offer you?" He asked.

"So, you'll help me get rid of him. That's really great of you but I do know how crossroad demons work. I have to give up something in return. I hate to tell you but I don't have a soul to bargain with." She told him. He didn't seem surprised by her confession.

"I don't want your soul, well if you even had one. I want your cooperation and your help. I heard rumors that back in the day you were close friends with Death... is that true?" Crowley questioned.

She was silent as she finished off the rest of her chocolate cake. When she was done she gently patted her mouth with a napkin so to not mess up her makeup. She then set the plate and her fork off to the side before grabbing the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into her glass. She took a drink of it as she stared over the glass at her unexpected guest for the evening.

She knew demons were not trustworthy beings and she had already been betrayed once in her long existence; she didn't want to make that mistake twice. However, the apocalypse wasn't something she wanted to happen and she definitely wanted Lucifer somewhere other than Earth.

"What does my rumored relationship with Death have to do with anything?" She finally asked.

He gave her another charming smile. Even though his meat suit was of average looks she could understand his appeal. The British accent alone would make most women swoon not to mention he knew his way around words. She wasn't fooled though. She been around a lot longer than he and she could make men bow at her feet with one smile if she wanted.

"Well, to lock Lucifer back into his cage you have to have all four of The Horseman's rings." Crowley explained.

"You're just asking about Death... what about the other three?" She asked him curiously.

"Well, War and Famine's rings have already been... collected. As for Pestilence, well, it's in the works." He told her. "Death, however, is a littler trickier. Not been able to get a lock on his location in order to find him. I thought making a deal was the way to go but he seems to be able to block my magic."

"So, your way didn't work and you have a soul riding on me being able to find him?" She asked him with a smirk. "What happens if I tell you no?"

He didn't answer. She scoffed before leaning across the table towards him.

"You listen to me very carefully, Crowley. A long time ago someone very charming and very beautiful came to me asking for help... and like a foul I went a long with him. Do you know where that got me in the end?" She asked him, her voice dangerously low and her eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He didn't say a word as he watched her from his side of the table. "It got me locked up in my very own box for centuries! So why on Earth should I help you?"

If he was even a little bit intimidated by her he didn't show it. She was slightly disappointed.

"Because if you don't help find Death it's a very real possibility that Earth won't exist anymore." Crowley told her seriously. "I can't help but notice that you seem to enjoy the finer features of Earth."

"I'll think about it." She finally told him. She could tell that this wasn't the answer he was hoping for and she gave him a smirk in return. She wouldn't be played by this arrogant demon without doing her own bit of research into him. He seemed to know quite a bit about her but she didn't know anything about him other than his name and that he was apparently the King of the Crossroads.

"Fine," he finally said. "Give me a call when you've made your decision. Just don't wait too long." He reached into on of his suit pockets and pulled out a business card. He held it out for her to take and she did with curiosity. The card read:

Crowley

King of the Crossroads

666

"And what am I suppose to do with this?" She questioned still staring at the card.

Crowley gave a short laugh. "Please tell me you have a phone."

"Why would I? I'm trying to lay low." She reminded him. "Besides I've been off the grid for centuries... who would I call if I did have one?"

Crowley nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. Well then, how about we meet back here in say twenty-four hours. No tricks guaranteed. Just you and me. You give me your answer and I'll accept it no matter your choice." He offered. "Do we got a deal, love?"

"I accept. I'll see you in twenty-four hours. Don't be late." She told him.

"For you, love, never." He told her before he disappeared before her eyes. The only evidence that he was ever there was an empty, used wine glass and the business card that she was still holding. With a shrug she shoved it inside her tiny hand bag that rested beside her on the table. She reasoned that maybe someday it would be useful. After paying her bill and gathering up her forgotten leather book she too disappeared without a trace.

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