A small chapter, because it's snowing and I'm inspired!

Spike was bored, he was always bored these days. Since the witch bitch turned to stone and disappeared, the demon inside his head had been itching to after Crowley; but Spike was never really one to do something simply because someone else wanted to. The demon inside him would always reply that someday he'd take over, and then the world would be in big trouble.

Spike often told it to sod off and would go about his business, drinking blood and watching his soaps. Netflix was a lovely invention, as was wifi. He'd gotten into Korean dramas, they were a bit cheeky, but he loved them all the same.

He was halfway through a large warm mug of O-negative and in the middle of an episode of Boys Over Flowers when his view was suddenly obstructed.

Willow was standing in front of him, face unamused, hair black, eyes even blacker. He turned to look at the front door, there was no sign of forced entry; when he looked back to her, she was right up on him, her hand found his throat and she lifted him from his comfortable chair. He dropped his mug and groaned, rolling his eyes.

"That was my new favorite one." He scoffed, she scoffed, and then she released him, crossing her arms again.

"You've been a lazy one." She said, smirking, "Not anymore."

"Sorry, pet, I don't know what you think you're doing, but I don't take orders-"

"You do now." She raised a hand and he was forced back into his chair, his entire body had become paralyzed from a simple flick of her wrist, it was really irksome. He rolled his eyes at himself.

"And who are you, then? Clearly you're not Willow, she's never been this bad ass."

"Willow may have been weak minded, but she's not weak in terms of power. Possessing her was easy. Maintaining it has been harder." She shrugged and strolled in a circle around Spike's chair, each click of her heel made Spike cringe from anticipation, "My name is Baal, I'm kind of the shit. But you already knew that, didn't you, Vetis?" She leaned down and looked into Spike's eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the demon, Vetis, was cursing his luck. Willow, or rather Baal, smirked and drew back, it was as though she could hear his internal monologue.

"What do you want with Willow, or me?" Spike asked, staring up at her in mild disdain.

"Crowley is a lazy king, he's become complacent with the state of Hell." She walked to his kitchen area, or what would be, had he not lived in a crypt, and picked up an empty can, observing it, she tossed it to the side after a moment with disinterest.

"So you plan to usurp him? Take the throne for yourself, is that it?" Spike rolled his eyes, everyone always wanted to overthrow the person in power. He'd seen it for hundreds of years. He'd watched it on Game of Thrones.

"Of course." She stated plainly, it was, after all, obvious, "And you're going to help me."

"Me? Why?" He laughed, "Don't be daft."

"I'm a demon, I'm crazy, it's my thing." She raised her brows, crossing her arms over her chest, she stood with purpose. Vetis was pounding at the walls of Spike's mind, itching to get through. He needed to kill Crowley, it was practically written into his DNA.

"Your face is familiar." Spike said, suddenly realizing who this demon was standing before him, "You were the one possessing Dru."

"I was." She smiled, "I learned a lot of nice little tidbits about you, Spikey." She sauntered forward and placed herself on his lap, one arm around his neck, her other hand played at the collar of his shirt, "I know how much you love that slayer of yours. Drusilla knew it, Willow certainly knows it."

"And?"

"And the slayer has become bff's with Crowley's little pets. The Winchesters." She shifted on his lap, he wriggled uncomfortably, she laughed darkly.

"Yes, she is. The younger brother is dead, however, Rowena killed him." Spike jerked his face away from where her's had come too close to his own. She grabbed him by his jaw and turned him back to her, their lips were inches apart.

"All I need is Dean. He's the only one Crowley cares about." As she moved in to kiss him, the demon inside him lashed out and she was suddenly on the floor. Spike didn't know how it happened, just that an energy, something akin to adrenaline (a feeling he hadn't known since his life so long ago) had taken over and forced its way out of him. Baal laughed from her spot on the floor. Spike was standing over her, hands clinched into fists.

"Good doggy!" She exclaimed, standing up; before he knew what was happening she was slamming him up against a wall, her eyes had gone full black again, "You will bring Dean to me, and you won't tell a soul."

"He won't come easy, and he's attached at the hip to an angel. Who, I don't know if you're aware, has the power to smite me with a finger tip."

"Oh I'm aware. You're just going to have to wait until he's alone, or send the angel away. It's not hard, all the information you need is up here." She tapped his forehead and grinned, her lids heavy, before she backed away. He fingertip that she used to touch him was crackling with red energy and his mind suddenly began racing with images and sigils. He doubled over from the pain of it, it was like he tried to bite a human while simultaneously choking another one. It was excruciating.

"When?" He shouted as the throbbing subsided enough for him to see straight, he looked up at Willow-Baal-from where he'd collapsed against the wall.

"As soon as possible." She half shrugged, "I'll be watching."

Spike was suddenly crouched down against the wall of his crypt alone, all but for the thoughts and voices swirling in his mind.

After some research I chose these names because: Baal is the commander of the infernal armies, and Vetis is the corrupter and tempter of the holy. FUN!