Alpha's Beginning
Once in purgatory, Spencer gripped her knife tightly and held it close just in case anything attacked her. Although Spencer dreamed of purgatory, she wasn't as scared as she was now. The trees were scary, moldy, and taller than normal trees. The sun was hiding and purgatory weather was colder than Spencer was used to. Fog danced all around her, making it twice as scary. Vampires, Leviathans, Angels, and rarely humans roamed within this part of purgatory. As she took a step, leaves crunched under her booted feet.
"Gadreel..?" Spencer's voice croaked; trying not to draw attention to herself.
After wondering around like a headless chicken for an hour, eventually Spencer came across a stream running somewhat clean, cold water. Spencer stuck her knife into a nearby log and gently got onto her knees. She cupped her hands then dipped them into the water; catching a small cup full. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and wiped it on her jeans.
"Gadreel..." She looked into the stream. "Where ever you are, I hope you're okay. I would never forgive myself if.."
Her words trailed off as Gadreel's reflection appeared from behind her. "I heard your prayer and I am here to help." He chuckled slightly.
Spencer quickly stood up with a turn. She couldn't stop staring at him. She still could remember how it felt for his warm hands to touch her. As she stared at him, she examined his different looks. He had dirt smeared across his face and his once angelic appearance now looked more demonic and hellish.
"Gadreel.." Spencer finally spoke.
Gadreel sat his weapon on the ground and walked towards her.
Spencer took a step back into the water.
Gadreel reached out towards her and felt her soft, brown locks. "Just as I remember."
Spencer's heart beat faster and her throat felt lumpy. She wanted to speak again but..what could she say?
At once, Gadreel and Spencer embraced each other again.
Spencer's lungs suddenly felt empty as Gadreel squeezed tighter.
Gadreel looked into Spencer's eyes. "We're not safe out here. Grab your knife and follow me; quickly." He looked around.
Spencer quickly stuck the knife into one of her boots and ran after him.
Meanwhile..
Aria stood in front of Crowley at his throne with Hannah. "Listen, Crowley, I need your help."
Hannah stood quietly; looking at the demons eyeing her.
Crowley sat with this legs crossed. "Again? Can't you tell I'm busy?" He stood up.
Aria rolled her eyes. "Yea, I can tell." She took Hannah's phone from her back pocket. "Look at this." She held the phone out.
Crowley sighed as he walked towards her. "Give me that." He snatched from the phone from her and examined the picture.
"Do you know who that is, Crowley? It's Metatron." Aria pointed to the screen. "See? You can tell because of that big nose."
Crowley nodded. "I can tell. Darling, do you see that purple feather in that bag? That's used for a summoning spell or if you use slightly different ingredients, a communication spell. But other that, nothing these days uses a purple one. I can only imagine it's.." He gently smacked the phone against her chest.
Aria gave the phone back to Hannah. "Imagine what? What is this?" She followed him.
Crowley opened the double doors and beckoned her. "Let me show you something."
Aria dismissed Hannah then followed Crowley through the long hallway.
"Aria, the purple feather is old witch craft. It died along with the others and- Aria, hurry up. Bullocks, keep up with me." He rolled his eyes.
Aria's little legs ran to catch up to him. "I'm listening. Please, continue."
"Anyway, there's only one reason i can think of that Metatron would try to summon this powerful is Alpha or worse." He looked to her.
"You mean..the Alpha everyone used to talk about? I thought he died."
"That's what we wanted you to think. I'm sharing this with you because you're the new head annoying angel up stairs."
Aria raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"Moving on, he's under my supervision to make sure he doesn't move from my sight."
"May I speak to him? Maybe get some information out of him?"
Crowley laughed. "Are you joking? Please tell me that you're joking."
Aria crossed her arms. "I'm not! Lead me to his prison cell."
"You're messing with the wrong bull, mate. This asshole is dangerous."
"Time's wasting, Crowley. Show me." Aria demanded.
Crowley sighed. "Through those doors is a restricted area. Caution, darling."
"I think I can handle myself." Aria walked through the doors and down the stairs; deeper into Hell's core.
At the last level, the sign beside the door said:
Prisoner Name: Alpha
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK
Aria gripped the door handle and slowly opened the door to his circular cell. Inside, a blonde man faced the wall with his arms supporting him. He wore nothing but black pants; exposing his abused skin. The walls were covered with blood marks as well as the floor. His wrists were held in place with chains and his ankles were cuffed. Above him, a devil's trap made from spray paint made sure this douche bag stayed inside the threshold.
Aria slammed the door shut, getting his attention.
Alpha began to chuckle; as if he knew who it was before he even looked. "Smelly angels.." He muttered.
Aria slowly walked towards him. "So you know who I am?"
Alpha turned around, exposing his evil expression on his face. "I may be down here but I know what all goes on up stairs, Aria."
Aria stopped in front of him. "You've made a new friend, haven't you?"
Alpha rolled his eyes. "You ask me as if you already know the answer."
Aria crossed her arms. "How long has this communication been happening?"
"I suppose some time." He took a step towards her. "I know all about you and your little gang."
"What do you mean?" Aria blinked.
Alpha leaned into her ear. "Gadreel..Spencer..Dean...and you. I'll enjoy killing you all very...very..slowly."
Aria pushed him away. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Aww, did I hit a nerve?" He sobbed mockingly.
"You're insane. If you ever get out of here, I'll-"
"You'll what? Please, you don't frighten me." Alpha looked down at the five foot angel.
"I don't know what Metatron told you, but he's not busting you out of here. Not under Crowley's supervision."
Alpha laughed. "Why do you think Crowley is the most powerful demon there is?! Have you even HEARD of me, Aria?! I can overthrow that bitch anytime!"
"Hm! You seem cocky for someone who's been here for years." Aria chuckled.
"Oh, and you're so sure you can come toe to toe with me?! Metatron told me how EASY it was for him to steal your grace. He's more powerful than you. Be careful, Aria. He might take you down again. I'd watch your back if I were you."
Aria rolled her eyes. "You're so damn delusional. Anyway, I just came to make sure-"
"Make sure I'm still here?" He chuckled.
"Shut up! I'm so tired of hearing your voice!"
"The feeling is mutual, princess." He leaned against the stone bricked wall.
Aria opened the door. "Crowley!"
Crowley quickly appeared beside her. "What now?"
Aria and Crowley looked at Alpha.
"Make sure he doesn't leave this room. Double the guards, double everything. Torture him until he spits blood."
Alpha ran towards her in rage but only to be stopped by the devil's trap. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, BITCH! WHEN I GET OUT, YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT!" He pulled on his chains.
Aria smirked in this face. "Have fun." She turned to Crowley. "Thanks again." She began to walk up the stairs.
"YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DEAD! THAT MARK IS GOING TO KILL HIM! YOU KNOW IT!" Alpha yelled before the doors closed.
Aria clenched her jaw as she let those words sink in before continuing. All she could hear is Alpha's screams of pain.