Still don't own Darksiders or the song Iron by Woodkid so meh.

"Alina"

This time, she sat on the ledge of an eleven story apartment building humming along to a wordless song as she watched the people pass by below her. She thought it was a shame how humans rarely looked up. There were so many good things in the sky: stars, clouds, the moon, the sun, the occasional plane. She briefly considered jumping down on them to teach them a lesson that danger can come from anywhere, she was a demon after all, but decided against it. It was such a peaceful night, who was she to ruin it by causing a panic? Besides a demon who usually enjoyed such things anyway.

To keep herself from doing something stupid, she thought back, not for the first time, to two days ago. Her first actual encounter with the Horseman War. Sure, she had acted mad when he ruined her headphones but really she wasn't. She couldn't be. The man was a dream come true. Deep voice that sent shivers up, down and loop-de-loops around her spine, glowing blue eyes, and that white hair. What could she say, she had a thing for young looking guys with white or silver hair. She sighed hopelessly, thinking that maybe she shouldn't have gone to watch the battle. Especially if it was going to get her in trouble with a Horseman.

Her powers of clairvoyance had shown her that there would be a massacre featuring her favorite rider. What it hadn't shown her was said rider coming up to meet and possibly kill her. Being able to see the future was like having front row tickets to a concert, not being able to see her own future was like a downpour on the concert just when it was getting good. But anyway, she hadn't seen him since…

She shook her head and looked down at her iPod and changed to a song that she could distract herself with and sing along to.

"Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away, Where innocence is burned in flames, A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead, I'm frozen to the bones, I am…" she sang softly, not noticing the figure sneaking up behind her.

"A soldier on my own, I don't know the way, I'm riding up the heights of shame, I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest, I'm ready for the fight and fate." That's when she heard the sound of a taloned foot scrabbling on the gravel over her music, though she pretended not to notice it.

"The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head, The thunder of the drums dictates, The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths, The rising of the heights ahead." The creature was still slowly trying to sneak up on her but to no avail now. Did he really think she wouldn't notice?

"From the dawn of time to the end of days, I will have to run away, I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste, Of the blood on my lips again." She almost winced at how clumsy the creature was being. It obviously needed better lessons on stealth and she had told him so many times already.

"The steady burst of snow is burning my hands, I'm frozen to the bones, I am, A million mile from home, I'm walking away, I can't remind your eyes, your face." As the song finished, she swung around in her spot and wrapped her hand around the throat of the impish demon that was making a grab for her wings.

"What are you doing here, Sven?" She asked, sliding her headphones to around her neck.

"Trying to catch a fairy, of course." He answered, making another grab for her wings.

She tightened her hold on his neck, making his slitted eyes bulge, and glared at him. Just because she had the wings of some make-believe fairy certainly didn't make her one. How many of her own kind would she have to kill before she got that point across?

"Alright, alright, you have my apologies," he choked out, "just let go already."

She did, letting the imp fall to the gravel.

Sven got up, rubbing his throat, "Fucking bitch." He mumbled.

She stared at him icily, "What was that?"

"So what do I call you today?"

She ignored his earlier comment, which she heard very clearly, and turned away from him to look back down at the humans, "I'm sticking with Alina for now."

"That's rare, for you to use the same name three days in a row."

She shrugged, "Whatever. So what are you here to bother me with now?"

The imp grinned, well, impishly, "Your precious Horseman has been seen here on Earth."

Alina looked at him with a bored expression, one eyebrow raised, "'Precious Horseman'?"

"You know, the big one, War."

I know which one you're talking about you little fool, she thought to herself, I'm just questioning your choice of words. Out loud she said, "He's not my precious anything. And why should I care about him or what he does?" Truthfully, she did care, if only to stay away from him so he wouldn't end her life, among other reasons. But the small demon didn't need to know this.

"I just assumed this since you two had a little… interaction with each other."

She whipped around to face the damnable imp, "He messed up my headphones, we talked, and he threatened. End of story. How did you hear of this anyway?"

The demon looked at her slyly, "Perhaps I could be persuaded to tell you… for a price."

Alina sprang from her seat and tackled the imp to the ground, pinning him there with the blade of a short sword she drew from the sheath at her hip, "How about the price is your life?" To say that she was tired of this demon was an understatement.

"Alright, alright," he panicked, seeing his blood well up from where her blade nicked the skin right above his heart, "I just happened to be flying by at the time and saw you two."

She pushed the blade further, making the small demon cry out in pain, "And what, exactly, were you planning to do with this information?"

"Nothing! I swear!"

She twisted the blade slowly, displeased with his answer.

"Alright! I was planning to blackmail you!"

"And?"

"And… maybe sell it to some of your enemies so they could blackmail you."

"And have you done so yet?"

"No, I swear."

"And I expect you want also want a price for your silence."

Sven grinned up at her, "Naturally."

"Then it shall be your death."

"Wha-" The imp let out a blood curdling shriek as Alina slowly pushed the blade deeper, taking her time in piercing his heart.

She jerked the blade out and sliced the air, slinging the blood off, and returned it to its sheath as Sven turned to ash. "You had it coming. If it wasn't me, it was going to be someone a lot worse." She took to the air, off to find another perch before the humans who heard the imp's scream found her up here.

From the shadows, a figured watched the whole thing. Unbeknownst to Alina, he had been there for some time, waiting for the right moment to sneak up on her himself. But now, thanks to that damn imp, he would have to track her down and try again. He couldn't believe he was having such a hard time, or that he was even doing such a thing. He sank deeper into the shadows so that only his glowing blue eyes could be seen until they too disappeared.