The song here is "Home Sweet Home" by Mötley Crüe
Home Sweet Home
Nerilla stayed by the window for what seemed like hours, but it had really only been forty-five minutes. There was nothing but dead silence outside, it was unnerving, nearly as bad as inside that shack. A deck of cards and a crappy table set. Apparently an order of protection from Hell doesn't promise comfort.
"I'm sure there's no one out there." Anne said and without turning to face her, Nerilla grunted.
"We take no precautions when it comes to vulnerable information." She said and Anne gasped slightly, as if insulted. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I offend the Princess?" the demon asked and when Anne was about to get out of Gadreel's lap, he pulled her back in and tightened his arms around her. "Oops." Nerilla added and, no doubt, the demon was grinning menacingly.
"I don't like her." Anne whispered to Gadreel and he looked helpless.
"The feeling's mutual." Nerilla added and Anne grunted. Gadreel glanced at Viviane and she shrugged her shoulders as she also felt that same helplessness. They were stuck with Nerilla, a deck of cards and a Hellhound outside… somewhere. What were they do to? The best was to act like Nerilla wasn't there.
Yeah, like that won't be hard.
Anne glanced away and watched as her mother cut the deck of cards… again. Yet another stupid card game. She would have taken the deck and use them as Tarot cards, if only she could remember what the symbols meant... She couldn't even read Tarot cards without the book beside her, so it was hopeless.
It was shortly after the card game began that there was a slight humming sound. They glanced at Nerilla as she pulled something out from her pocket, the noise getting louder. It was her cell phone and her ringtone was "If I Never See Your Face Again" by Maroon 5. She simply stared at her phone and placed it back in her pocket, continuing to stare outside. However, her body language suggested she was in a better mood.
"What was it?" Viviane asked and Nerilla snorted.
"For me to know and for you to never find out." She replied and Anne sighed loudly. "It's classified information, Princess." She added and Anne tried to escape Gadreel's hold, but he was quick to tighten his grip.
"Stop calling me that." She snapped and Nerilla let out an evil little giggle.
"Was it about Clara?" Viviane asked, ignoring the drama, although she knew her daughter was frustrated and that she couldn't blame her.
"Maybe." Nerilla answered after some hesitation.
"The baby?" Viviane asked and then Nerilla tensed up again, as if her good mood was extinguished like a flame. "Please tell us." She added and the demon snorted.
"We don't share Hell news with humans. Sorry." She said and Viviane seemed slightly frustrated, but said nothing. Anne, on the other hand, was not going to remain silent. This demon was a bitch!
"She's our relative. Or have you forgotten that?" Anne asked and Nerilla's body language didn't change, but the atmosphere in the little shack turned heavy. "We just want to know. Humor us in this boring shit hole with nothing but a fucking deck of cards to entertain us." She added and Nerilla growled.
"You humans and your need to be entertained." She hissed and without turning to face them, she pulled out her cell phone and extended her hand. They all hesitated in taking it, but Anne slipped off Gadreel's lap and approached, taking the phone gently and walked back to the table.
She opened the last text message and leaned over to her mother so they could see it together. Gadreel got up and stood behind them. It was a picture of Clara's daughter who was named Keara. She was an adorable little bundle.
"She's going to look just like Clara." Viviane said and Anne stepped back and returned the phone to Nerilla who, yet again, didn't turn to face them.
"Thanks." Anne said softly to the demon that remained silent as she placed her phone back into her pocket. "I assume we can leave now." She added and Nerilla snorted.
"We go when I get the orders to let you go." She replied and Anne tried not to sigh as she returned to the table. She pulled out the empty chair and looked at Gadreel who slightly clenched his jaw as if to say that he too was tired of being locked up in the shack.
The feeling was mutual.