The song here is "Going to Hell" by The Pretty Reckless

Going to Hell

Clara walked into the office and all three demons, including her Hellhound, stood before the bookshelves, staring at the endless documents.

"Where do we start?" Nikolai asked and Clara snapped her fingers. Every contract Zephyr had made had fallen to the floor. Nerilla and Nikolai looked at the many documents that covered the floor and looked up at their Queen as if they wished for another job. Apparently, that wasn't any better.

Clara was about to scold them for being lazy, but decided to save her energy for something more useful.

"If she screwed countless in her deals, than we may have no choice but to void them and release those souls." Clara said and both demons looked at her as if she just broke their hearts.

Then, Nerilla smiled and placed her hands behind her back.

"Many of these souls must have been demonized by now." She said and Clara looked at the documents and snapped her fingers again. All of the contracts but one levitated off the floor. When Nikolai picked it up and read it, he grinned and looked up at his Queen with a dark glimmer in his eyes.

"Only untouched soul is Viviane Cromwell." He said. "Job done. That was easy." He added with a grin as Nerilla sighed at stared at him.

Clara was silent for some time, thinking of those cheated souls that were demonized. If they knew… that would be unnecessary chaos. And if Crowley knew… maybe he should. He'll have to know. She couldn't keep important information like this from him. They were partners, lovers and soon, parents. She'd have to tell him.

Then, she thought that maybe Viviane should know that her deal was invalid; that her daughter was alive and Zephyr knew it.

When Clara noticed that Nerilla and Nikolai watched her attentively, she gave a playful glare and walked pass them to the door, glancing over her shoulder with a grin.

"Piece of cake. You're welcome. Now clean up this mess and Nerilla, check in on the Winchesters once you're done. If Anne knows of this already, they're planning some sort of contact with us, no doubt." She said and walked out with Ginger, closing the door behind her, smirking as she could hear Nikolai murmuring a few complaints, like he should have known it was too easy.

As she walked down the corridor, Ginger trotted up beside her, growling at all the demons she encountered along the way. It was hard not for Clara to grin. Her Hellhound had no doubt sensed the baby and was now in protective overdrive.

When she arrived at Viviane's cell, the woman met her eyes and even smiled. That Clara found strange, but smiled in return. She waited until Viviane stood up and approached the bars. There was worry in her eyes, but she wore that smile all the same.

"Come to tell me that my daughter is safe?" she asked and Clara leaned her left side against the bars, crossing her arms over her chest with a sort of darkness to her smile.

"Came to tell you that you are." She said and Viviane's eyes narrowed in a confused expression. "Thought you'd like to know that your deal with Zephyr was bullshit." She added and smirked as the woman seemed intensively confused and worried.

"What do you mean?" she asked, that worry seeping into her voice. Clara watched and then, oddly, could no longer torment the woman. Perhaps it was her hormones, but she couldn't treat this woman like she could her own mother. Perhaps it was because Viviane Cromwell was an exemplary mother.

"Anne was already alive." She said and watched as the woman's confusion was cleared by shock. "Thus, this renders your deal invalid." She added and watched as the woman smiled, closing her eyes in relief.

"Thank goodness." She whispered and when she opened her eyes, her smile vanished as she noticed Clara's cold glare. "Thank you for relocating me away from those demons and for telling me this." She said and gave a soft smile once Clara smiled sarcastically.

"You understand that we have to wait for Anne to establish a contact with us before we can get this sorted out." She said and maintained her fake smile as Viviane nodded with happiness glowing in her face. "If everyone knew that one demon ripped a human off, it would be really bad for business and that would only get us another rebellion." Clara added, then wondered if she was saying too much. Why was she saying so much?

"Thank you." Viviane said once again, but Clara found it odd that she didn't ask to be resurrected and reunited with her daughter. Then again, perhaps Viviane Cromwell suspected that that would require a deal. Human was catching on quick.

When Clara remained silent, Viviane seemed a little uncomfortable, but smiled softly.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked and stunned Clara. She let out a small laugh and nodded. "A mother knows. That, and you have that glow." She added and when Clara smirked, she let out another laugh.

"It's the radiance of a Queen." she said sarcastically, but then smiled softly. "It's a girl." Clara replied and Viviane smiled, letting her happiness show yet again.

"Congrats." Viviane said, which stunned Clara again. "Being a mother is a real gift." She added and Clara would have smiled along with her, but she thought of her own mother and how she would have probably disagreed.

Then, Viviane took notice. Clara met her eyes and, strangely, felt that she could trust her, to talk to her. Strange feeling, but she didn't question it much. Probably the hormones…

"My mother never loved me." she said and Viviane seemed a little sad, but then a hopeful glimmer appeared in her eyes. She wasn't going to argue, but she had this annoying hopeful look that said she disagreed with Clara.

"Someone must have." She said and smiled hopefully. Clara gave a soft smile and Viviane glowed with happiness yet again. Alright fine, Clara admitted that Viviane was right.

"My grandmother." Clara said and smiled at that look in Viviane's eyes. "Although she knew what I was, she was everything I needed, everything my mother couldn't and wouldn't be." She added and thinking of her fondest memories. Then, she knew why she was saying so much: Viviane reminded her of her grandmother. Viviane was a mother Clara would have liked to have had.

"What was her name?" Viviane asked like they were girlfriends in their usual chit chat. Sort of a mixture of relief and annoyance filled Clara.

"Martha Davenport." Clara said, uncertain that this mattered. All these years, that name should have been the most important. However, the name wasn't what mattered most, but the face that always smiled and spoke those three glorious words every day.

"Martha Davenport?" Viviane asked again and Clara arched an eyebrow and nodded her head. "That was my great grandmother's sister." She added.

Then, Clara was stunned into silence as she remembered what her grandmother was trying to tell her. Now, she knew and was completely shocked. As she stared at Viviane, things have now changed.

Anne and Viviane Cromwell were her distant relatives. What crazy coincidence. Too crazy.

Clara narrowed her eyes on Viviane, who now seemed to get the point.

"I swear it's true." She said and she gripped the bars, staring intensively at Clara. She knew what the woman was thinking. "Please believe me. I won't tell anyone everything that you told me if you do me a favor and keep Hell away from my Anne.

"She's been through enough and since she's your blood relative, I'm hoping you won't hurt her." Viviane said and Clara crossed her arms over her chest and let out a soft growl from her throat.

Does she believe that this is Viviane's bullshit lie to get Clara to protect Anne? Or does she believe that what Viviane says is true. She would have to look it up, but as she stared at Viviane, she could feel that she woman was speaking the truth.

"I'll see what I can do." Clara said sarcastically, getting annoyed that both her grandmother and Viviane Cromwell have made requests that Clara felt she had to honor. She was Queen of Hell. No one gets to request things from her without an exchange. That's how Hell operates.

She'll have to see what she can get out of these demands. What does she get for letting her mother go? What does she get for according Anne a special order of protection?

Damn.