Sorry for how short this one is. I promise to have a longer one next time. Thought this was a pretty good opener, though. if anyone has any comments for me, please send a review :)

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Prologue

The Meeting

She had never expected life in the "real world" would be so...difficult. There was so much school work and noise and so many...people. She wasn't the biggest fan of people. They tended to be loud and obnoxious and they apparently didn't know a thing about boundaries. Everywhere she went, someone was there to run into her. It was so, so annoying.

And she was the only one like her up here. She was alone and crowded and never left by herself all at the same time. It drove her absolutely nuts. Of course, it wasn't much different at her old home anyway. The others were always there, trying to get her to eat the rotten fruit or decaying meat they threw in her cage, constantly trying to get her to do something for them. They were still trying to do that, actually. Whenever she found herself alone wherever she happened to be at the time (which was usually in the public park, up in the tree she was currently sharing with a family of squirrels a few branches down), one of the demons would find her and try to get information about what was going on on Earth.

She had been sent to live up with the humans while she was still a bit young so she could have a younger body and fit in better with the population. It had been rather boring for a long time until she was given an actual assignment. She had waited for it for way too long! Something to do on her own (besides school work of course) was exactly what she needed.

But of course, one had to expect Hell to give you the most annoying job ever. She growled at the taller demon standing in front of her.

"Babysitting?!", she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. Hastur stared at her with the pitch black orbs he called eyes, a seemingly mocking glint of amusement shining in them. The birds chirped around them in what seemed, to her, a much too cheerful way. The trees in the park almost seemed to lean down towards them, listening in on the conversation.

"Think of it more like...spying on what may be your next meal", he insisted. She stared at him for a moment longer before letting out an aggravated sigh. There was no fighting back against Hell. She'd learned that a while ago.

"Fiiiine", she growled and added with a slightly defeated tone, "Who am I spying on, anyway?"

Hastur grinned as he spoke, making a cold chill run down her spine. "You will be keeping an eye on the demon Crowley for us, Griffith."

Griffith's eyes shot open and she stood straight up. "Him? Why him?! Crowley will kill me as soon as he sets eyes on me! He hates me!", she exclaimed, giving Hastur an incredulous look.

"Which is exactly why the powers of Hell have hand picked you specifically for this assignment", he said. His grin was beginning to make a knot form in Griffith's stomach. It was an ugly sight. "You are one of our best agents when it comes to keeping surveillance on rogues after all."

She narrowed her eyes at him, not trusting the praise. "And? What would I be getting out of this?", she asked.

"You do this for us and Hell will set you free to do as you please. All you have to do is tell us exactly what it is that Crowley does every day, we will tell you what to do from there and you do it." His yellow-toothed smile was starting to burn her retinas. She had never seen him grin like this before and it was utterly disturbing.

"If I don't?" Of course, at this point she was fully ready to take the job. She would do almost anything to be rid of Hell and its chains, but she was curious what his answer would be.

Hastur's eyes suddenly got darker (if that was even possible) and the smile vanished from his face. "You know all too well what comes from disobeying Hell's orders", he said in a voice that was much too calm. She held back a grimace and nodded. The smile came back, a little smaller now.

"Good. Off you go, then. I will give you…" he thought for a moment. "Three days to find him. I'll send someone to collect the information you gather every Friday afternoon. Do your job well, Griffith, or the Hell Hounds will be having you for dinner." The demon's eyes flashed in anticipation-for what, she didn't know-before he sunk into the ground, going back down to Hell.

Griffith let out a quiet growl. Only three days? She had to get on it. There was no way in Heaven she would get thrown in with those huge mutts.

The only thing that was keeping her between her well-earned freedom now was Crowley. She took a deep breath and walked out of the park, heading down the sidewalk and ignoring the people milling about around her. She knew exactly where to look first.