*sigh* I do not own Darksiders or All Star by Smashmouth. I have to admit that I embarrassed myself while writing this soooo, yeah. Enjoy...

"Alina"

What was wrong with her? All War did was touch her face a little and call her a liar, which she did not appreciate even if it was true. So why did she fly off in such a frenzy? And why was her heart beating so fast?

"Damned organ." She sighed, "I so need a drink." So she went to the only place in the city that belong to the demons. Pub Hades.

She landed in the back of an alley and was greeted by the bouncer, Storm, "Weren't you kicked out of here last week?" he asked.

"Yes I was, as I was the week before that and the week before that, and yet you still let me back in."

"Well not this time," he smirked down at her, "Aandros doesn't want you causing another fight so he told me to keep you out."

"Frank, I am a lady, we do not start fights. However, we certainly do finish them. Now I have no patience for your crap tonight so open the door and let me in."

Storm growled at her, "How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Storm, not Frank?"

"How many times are you going to keep me out here waiting when we both know that you'll eventually open the door?"

Still growling at the she demon, Storm reached into a large crack in the wall and pulled a lever, revealing a staircase in the pavement, "Keep your nose clean in there or it's my hide Aandros is coming after."

"I make no promises." She smiled up at him as she traveled down the steps, hearing the entrance slide shut after her.

Inside the pub it was hot and stuffy, as expected of a place only for demons, and lit up by candles set up all around the room. Demons male and female sat around and enjoyed their drinks, played pool, brawled, doing things you would find humans doing in a normal pub. No doubt the Charred Council knew about this place, but since they technically weren't doing anything to disrupt the Balance, the Council couldn't do anything. Alina was sure that the angels had their own little hang out on Earth as well.

She sat down at the bar and slammed her hand down, grabbing the bartender's attention, "Scotch, on the rocks."

"Isn't that demon good for anything" Alina heard the man mumbled before he turned to face her. "Didn't I tell you never to come here again?" Aandros asked, fixing her drink with the liquor he kept reserved especially for her.

"You tell me that every time I leave."

He set her drink in front of her, "I wouldn't have to if you would stop starting fights in my pub."

"Tell your other patrons to leave me alone and I won't have to put them in their place."

"Stop pissing them off in the first place."

Alina picked up her drink and swirled it around, enjoying the clink of ice against the glass, "I just come here for some good liquor and to relax, they're the ones who piss me off."

"Speaking of which…"

Alina glanced over her shoulder to see what Aandros was talking about and groaned. Coming up to meet her with a lecherous grin on his face was one of the most annoying demons she knew, Sven excluded.

He sat down beside her, "Haven't seen you in a while."

She took a swig of her drink and stared down at the remaining liquid.

"So what do I call you today?"

"Sarah." She said not wanting to tell him the name she had been using.

"What brings you back here, Sarah?"

Alina looked up at Aandros, her eyes pleading for him to help, but he just smiled at her. If she knew him, which she did, he was challenging her to keep her cool. She sighed, "I came here for alcohol and relaxation, just like everyone else, Noir."

"Really? It looks like you got something on your mind, sweet cheeks."

"Sweet cheeks"? she thought, What an idiot. "The only thing on my mind is how annoying you are."

Noir clutched a hand to his heart, "You wound me."

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "Don't tempt me."

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "Aw, don't be like that baby."

"Touch me again scum," she snarled at him, "and I'll spill your intestines all over the bar." She did not like to be touched, especially by scum sucking demons like Noir, which made her question why it was okay when War did it. Why she actually craved his touch.

Aandros gave Alina a look, making her amend her statement, "My bad, touch me again, and I'll spill your intestines all over the sidewalk."

Aandros gave her a nod, Better. He didn't mind losing a challenge if it meant that his bar stayed in one piece.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

"I just said I would, didn't I?"

"But I thought we had something, Sarah." He voice sounded hurt but she could still see the grin on his face at the edge of her vision.

She gulped her drink and slammed the glass on the bar so hard it cracked, "I'm out of here." She said, getting up and heading towards the door before she did something she would regret and might get her kicked out of the bar for good. Though she seriously doubted Aandros would do that to her.

Behind her, she heard the scrape of a stool as Noir also got up and Aandros giving him a warning.

She opened the stairway with the inside lever and stepped out into the crisp night air, taking a deep breath as she did so. The humans didn't know how good they had it. Their world didn't smell like brimstone all the time.

Saying her goodbyes to Frank, who yelled that his name was Storm, she started on her way to… wherever. She had nowhere to be. No place that she really called home. She was a wanderer, going wherever the wind and music took her.

It wasn't too long before she heard the sound of footsteps following her. She knew it wasn't a human because this was an abandoned part of the city and they weren't freaking out about how a demon was just walking down the street. It had to be Noir.

She stopped and turned around to face him as he lumbered up to her with that damn grin still on his face. She noticed now that he was actually a good bit taller than her, "You waited for me? How sweet."

He reached to touch her face but she slapped his hand away, "What do you want Noir?"

He pouted a bit, "To have a little fun, of course."

She raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, "Fun?"

The grin was back, "Yeah, fun. You know, terrorize some humans, kill some angels, and maybe we could fuck later on."

To say Alina was repulsed by his suggestions was the understatement of the millennium. "No thanks, I would rather hand myself over to the angels than do anything with you."

She started to walk away but he pulled her back and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. "Come on baby, you know you want to. What's the fun of being a demon if you're not a little… naughty sometimes?" he asked, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Let's see, traveling between the worlds, fighting angels, terrorizing humans, being more-or-less immortal, flying, and killing idiots like you who think they can do whatever the Hell they want. Those all seem like fun to me."

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Can't you think of anything else?"

Make no mistake, Alina had the occasional fling but she wasn't in the mood for it now and certainly not with someone like Noir.

Spilling your guts on the sidewalk like I threatened, she thought, reaching for one of the twin blades on her belt.

Before she could draw her weapon, there was a loud roar and Noir was ripped off of her and thrown through the building on the other side of the street. She looked up to see War towering over her, his face set in its usual frown.

Alina stepped away from the wall, making sure her wings were okay, "We really should stop meeting like this, War."

In answer, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and ran.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing? Put me down!"

He didn't stop until they were well away from Noir and hidden in the shadows of another alley where he carefully set Alina down.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!" she yelled at him. She wasn't angry at the fact that he rescued her from Noir, but that he carried her like a sack of potatoes.

"You looked as if you were in trouble."

She huffed and crossed her arms, "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

For the first time, Alina saw War smile, it was tiny, but it was there, "I am perfectly aware of this."

"A-anyway, stop following me." She said, still stunned from the smile.

"I was not following you." He actually was following her again, worried that what he'd done earlier had offended her.

"Then what were you doing there?"

"Passing by."

"Liar." She mumbled under her breath.

"Are you displeased that I threw him through the wall? Should I go get him so that you may continue?" he asked.

Alina didn't miss the sharp edge his voice had taken, "No! Listen, thanks for your help, really, but I can take care of myself. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going."

"Where?"

She smiled up at him, "Wherever." She put on her headphones, turned on her iPod, and left War in the alley.

War could hear her sing as she walked down the street, "Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb, In the shape of and 'L' on her forehead."

And for once, he didn't follow.