The song here is "Hunt You Down" by Saliva
Hunt You Down
Standing in a crossroad, surrounded by empty fields, Nerilla was growing impatient and angry. Looks like she was being stood up by one of her contacts and as soon as he arrived, she was going to rip the wings off of him.
She had met an angel many years ago when she was on the verge of making a deal with a demon. She had been abused by the man she loved, but he loved another: his wife. She wanted him badly, but he slapped her around when he wasn't sleeping with her and she knew she'd never have him. It was a vicious cycle and it never ended. Still, he wanted him to be hers even if he treated her badly. She loved him.
One night, she cried; tears mixing with her blood from her slit wrists. Then, a stranger came and healed her. Saved her. He was kind and said his name was Samandriel. He tried so hard to help her, but he couldn't heal her broken heart. He would stay with her and try to get her to stop running to that married man and he did have some success.
Eventually, she was falling in love with that angel. She let herself think they could be together, but when he told her an angel could never be with a human, that was the bullet that shattered her heart. Nothing could have fixed her beyond that point. So, she went to a crossroads and made a deal: take her heart away so she couldn't feel anymore.
Nerilla got her wish. She felt no pain, but also felt no joy. To feel just a hint of that, she had to push the boundaries and eventually, she let anyone do anything to her. If it wasn't rough sex, it was harm. Feeling her flesh being cut open gave her pleasure. Soon, that wasn't enough. She began inflicting pain on others and that was pure pleasure. The more blood she shed, the better she felt.
The further she went to feel joy, the more Samandriel stepped away from her. He saw where she was going and he feared for her. But, most importantly, he couldn't save her; no amount of his angelic touch could save her. He had to let her go and once he did, he never looked back.
Even though Nerilla couldn't feel anything, she still remembered what pain was and when he turned his back on her, it made her remember all the times no one loved her. She couldn't feel pain, but that deal didn't take away her memories of it.
She returned to that crossroads and demanded to be taken. She still had four years left of her ten year deal, but she wanted to become a demon to forever forget her pain. The demon hesitated, but soon returned with the okay of his boss.
Nerilla got her wish and she suffered greatly. Once she was a demon, she didn't feel anything different. Most of all, she still remembered her pain. As it turned out, she never really got her wish. She just got screwed, but that was nothing new.
One night, she crawled out of Hell and called out to Samandriel. She looked up at the dark sky with all its stars scattered and called him for hours. He never showed, but someone else did.
His name was Loki. She found it odd that a Norse God would respond, especially when she was calling for an angel. Then, she figured out why: he was actually an angel. He soon confessed, but made a deal with her: he'd reveal his name to her, of course only if she wouldn't tell anyone, if she'd help him with something. She accepted and had a new friend, one that didn't want to heal her, but would help her to move forward and let go of the past. After all, he too was trying to let go of the past as well.
His name was Gabriel.
And now, he's dead… or at least rumored to be.
Nerilla cast a powerful spell that would summon him, but it seemed he was playing hard to get. She waited and tried again, waiting yet again. She couldn't help but think back to when she found out that Samandriel had died. All of her demonic life, she had never been more enraged. Then again, he had hurt her and her pain finally left her along with his celestial soul. So… good riddance.
And, at the moment, it seemed so did Gabriel. She was about to summon him a third time, when she felt a breeze from behind her.
"You haven't changed." That familiar voice said behind her. She turned and grinned at Gabriel who was grinning right back at her. "Gimme gimme gimme never gets. No one knows that better than you." He added and Nerilla flipped her middle finger at him. "Oh, that's not very demonic of you." He said and she let out a small laugh that sounded more like a hiss.
"And there's nothing angelic about you, so I guess we're a good pair." She said and crossed her arms over her chest as he gave her a half smile. "I need you to do me a favor." She said and his usual grin graced his face.
"Knew that was coming." He said and she hissed another laugh. "You know, friendship is about giving, not just taking." He said and she actually hissed as she smiled seductively.
"Oh, I remember often giving back. Mostly in cheap motel rooms fitting for porn movies." She said and let out a growl that seemed to have sent a shiver down his spine.
"Yeah, good times." He said, grinning ear to ear, looking like a greedy demon. That was probably why Nerilla liked him so much: he really was anything but angelic. "So, I scratch your back, you scratch mine?" he asked and she let out another hissed laugh.
"That was our second deal and it seems I have to remind you that we demons keep our deals." She said and let out another growl. When he approached her, hands in his pockets, she did the same. "Do you know which angel or angels resurrected a human named Anne Cromwell and took away her memories?" she asked him and he turned his head slightly with an arched eyebrow and a grin. She smiled at his now-why-do-you-want-to-do-that expression.
After a few silent seconds, he made a seductive groan in his throat that made her grin.
"There was just one, Sweetheart." He said and his grin grew as she narrowed his eyes at him. "And you bet I know him."