"Well this isn't your usual time of year." Demon remarked.
"Yes, well, these aren't my usual circumstances either, Dear." Death replied. His wife chuckled, the white points of her teeth glittering in the light of her office. They spoke through mirrors, Death through the one in his room, and Demon through the one on her desk.
"So why is it you're calling?" she asked, twisting a crimson lock of hair through her fingertips.
"I was wondering if anything odd has happened with you lately, or between you and Angel."
Demon pursed her lips.
"Someone broke through the barrier early Monday morning. We didn't find them. Rowan left at some point Tuesday and I don't think she's anywhere in the realm. Why, did she finally make true on that promise to steal her brother back?" she teased.
"No, not exactly. A few days ago Kid's souls changed dominance or something and now he's a demon. This morning they were attacked by a lone angel. The Thompsons said there was a girl in the alley in a violet cloak and metal boots. They said she killed it with black spikes and a throwing knife."
"That sounds like Rowan alright, why would Angel be attacking Elder? I thought he had spent enough time slaughtering my children already." Demon growled, her opal colored eyes taking on a menacing sheen.
"I think we ought to call a council," Death said hurriedly, "in order to sort this out. Who knows, it may have just been one angel trying to start another war, maybe He doesn't have any idea it happened what so ever!"
"Well then he'd better get his head out of his ass and start monitoring his people better." she hissed.
Death hoped she would word herself more carefully when the four of them were together in person.