"This is all your fault!" JD shouted, throwing his arms up. "If you hadn't kissed me--!"
"Shut your damn mouth, Bethany, you know you loved it." Perry interrupted with a snarl.
JD flushed. "Even so, we're still stuck in the Gateway 'cuz of you!" He insisted.
"We're fine." Perry huffed, looking around himself, but saw only darkness. He saw no ground beneath him, and no sky, and yet there they were, standing in blackness. He jumped when JD put a hand on his shoulder.
"Your bravery never ceases to amaze me." The demon commented dryly.
"Your sarcasm cuts at my soul." Perry hissed with a glare. "So, we're in the Gateway to Hell?"
"Pretty much."
"…And we're safe here?"
JD inquired with a raised brow, "What happened to 'We're fine'?"
"You know what the fuck I mean Cindy." The Irishman snapped.
JD paused, thinking. "Not exactly. We could get Pulled."
"I beg your pardon?" Perry hissed again.
"'Pulled.' We could get pulled into Hell while in the Gateway-- you may know it as being Dragged into Hell, I guess. And we can't get out of here ourselves, we need to be saved." JD explained, glancing around him as well, as if expecting some supernatural force to reach out and drag them away as soon as the words left his mouth.
Perry furrowed his brows, "What, like that damn movie, Drag Me to Hell?"
"Kinda-sorta. Except you don't have three days to live-- usually they torture you for longer than that."
Perry winced, "I see."
JD tried to smile, but it looked awkward, "Hey, like you said, 'we're fine.'"
Perry didn't reply.
"GODDAMMIT!" Elliot flinched at the volume of the Janitor's voice.
"Y'see? That's why I hate lovebirds. They always kiss at the wrong times." The uniform-clad man growled out in a rush. "Now we gotta save their asses from the Gateway before someone-- something else finds 'em."
Turk, still struck stupid by the unexpected kiss, stammered, "W-what do we do?"
The Janitor tossed him a large cloth with odd symbols on it, "Take that and lay it down on a mound of dirt." He instructed.
Carla wasn't kidding when she said that most ceremonies sounded insane.
Water droplets splashing onto the cold stone floor created eerie echoing sounds around the chamber. It was dark, and in the shadows three figures could be seen near each other. They were as silent as corpses, but they were still alive. Barely.
One, with black hair, suddenly shifted. Then, slowly, he raised his head, his bright blue eyes shining in the darkness.
Another-- a woman-- spoke without moving her body, "What?" Her voice was quiet and soft, which was unusual for her, the black-haired man noted. But he knew she had good reason to be so out of the norm. Her short, shoulder-length brown hair was messy and had lost it's sheen. He remembered the days when she would routinely glare at him, her brother, and his own brother with annoyed chocolate-brown eyes.
The third one, a man, shifted as well, looking at them both. His hair was brown like the woman's, but darker, and his eyes were a soft blue. They would always light up whenever he took a photo; his favorite hobby. The camera he would always use had long been destroyed since their capture.
The silence as the black-haired demon tried to decide what to say, as he wasn't too sure of why he had moved as well. Then he felt it: a wave of powerful, icy aura. There was no mistaking it now.
He grinned. "Johnny's comin' for us, just like I said."
That caught the woman's attention. Her head shot up to stare at him. "DJ?" She murmured.
"You sure you're not just going crazy, Danny-boy?" The other man weakly attempted at some humor, but it didn't quite work.
Dan's grin grew wider, encouraged by the show of spirit in his partner, which he had been sure was lost. "I'm pretty darn certain, Ben." He looked at the woman, "Jordan, you felt it too, didn't you?"
There was a loud rumbling sound and the chamber shook.
"Yes, I did," Jordan answered, raising her eyes to the chamber ceiling, "and I think Lucifer did too."
A/N: That was shorter than usual, I realize, but I felt I had to update. Review, please? This has to be my favorite chapter so far x3