The coolness of the mixture rapidly changed into warmth, then heat and then whitehot. I bit my lip not to scream, but couldn't hold back a whimper. It felt like my stumps were being molten and then stretched to form the new wings. When the new plumage formed it was like thousands of redhot needles were being pushed in them. I felt my head swim and just as everything started spinning, I could hear Gabe's worried shout. "Gwenny!" I slumped forward, I could feel that, but that was the last thing, apart from the hot throbbing on my back.
I was standing in another warehouse, thinking: 'What is it with demons and old, dilapitated warehouses?', when an uneasy silence fell over the three guys I had been beating up. Suddenly an fourth one popped up. He was about 5'10", wearing an expensive, black suit made of a silk and Egyptian cotton blend, and a smug grin. I instantly despised him, but I also felt a chill of fear. "Well now, what have we here?" he drawled in a slick Brittish accent, his grey eyes crinkling at the corners. He anticipated fun, and my hurt was part of that. I gulped. "Crowley, I presume?" He seemed impressed. "Here's a novel thing, boys. This charming young lady apparently knows who I am." he said, turning to his panting and bleeding minions. He turned back to me, the twinkle in his eyes replaced by pure malice.
"How is that possible, darling? We haven't had the pleasure yet, have we?" The malice and evil he radiated chilled me to the bone, but I still managed to gather my sass and reply: "No, we haven't had the pleasure, cause I'm sure pleasure comes nowhere near you, if given half a chance." He cocked his head and smiled mockingly. "Sassy... You're not accquainted with a certain greeneyed hunter, now are you?" I decided to play dumb. "I don't like hunters. And what has murdering animals have to do with you?"
Crowley stepped up to me and I stepped back until I felt my wings brush the concrete wall. "Then tell me, my dear, how would you even know of me, let alone that I am who I am?" I glared at him. "Chuck Shurley." That made him chuckle. "Oh dear... Another fangirl. Then you should know about hunters too, darling. That means you lied to me..." The implication of punishment that the last sentence carried, made me swallow hard. "I don't take kindly to being lied to..." I huffed. "Right, cause you're the posterboy of honesty..." Another dark chuckle. "You could be Squirrel's little sister, with remarks like those. Too bad for you, he dropped out of my good books, otherwise I might have been inclined to forgive you for not cooperating, not dying and for dusting up my boys. Now, I think I will just have to take care of you myself."