The song here is "Boys Wanna Be Her" by Peaches

Boys Wanna Be Her

Clara walked down the corridors with Nikolai behind her as they followed the growls of the Hellhounds. They had dragged Micah so far deep into Hell and they could see how he tried to dig his fingers into the floor and the walls to save himself. It gave her satisfaction that he was getting a bite out of Karma for what he did to her all those years ago. If he hadn't tried to kill her, she might have had a chance with Steven.

Then again, being with Crowley was a thousand times better.

When they turned the corner, they realized just where the Hellhounds took Micah: to the Hellhound Hot Spot. Where the Hellhounds are created, where they breed and where they roam. He was about to be chewed out by tens of thousands of Hellhounds with sharp fangs and razor claws. There would be no mercy.

Clara turned to Nikolai and grinned.

"Tell Gabriel to come here. Ginger can help him find his way. And you, stay with Keara." She said and Nikolai smiled like he was all too happy to take Gabriel's place. He quickly turned and took large strides down the corridor.

Clara casually made her way to the Hellhounds and could hear Micah's screams. He didn't sound so mighty now.

As she walked through the entrance of the place, it was like a large and deep cavern filled with Hellhounds. They all turned their attention to her, their beady red eyes all fixed on her as they growled, and scrunching up their snouts, curling back the flews to reveal their flawless fangs. None of them moved and none of them continued to attack Micah who now whimpered like an injured animal.

Hellhounds were fierce; only crossroad demons or higher level demons could interact with them and command them. However, only certain Hellhounds were used to collect souls or to be pets, if one wanted to call them that. The Hellhounds that roamed free in this cavern rarely came into contact with demons, since they avoided this area, especially the low level demons.

Now, as Clara had all those eyes upon her, she wondered if a Cambion had a chance to command these wild and fierce creatures.

She cautiously approached without losing any confidence and grinned as the Hellhounds parted for her, making a path for her towards the injured angel. Their eyes remained on her as if they were ready to strike, but they showed her respect which made her feel incredibly powerful.

When the Hellhounds stepped back to reveal Micah, he was covered in his vessel's blood with his clothes torn to shreds. Clara couldn't tell scratches from blood splatter, but Micah was shaking badly, staring up at her with wide eyes full of fear. Besides the blood, the white of his eyes stuck out and she couldn't tear her gaze away, as if feeding off his fear.

The Hellhounds began to growl as if they too fed off his fear, waiting for her to give the command to finish Micah off. Clara was almost tempted, but she wanted the angel to know she wasn't a monster. Hybrids are not monsters or abominations.

At that moment, the Hellhounds behind her began to growl and snarl. Unbelievably, there was one snarl she recognized and she soon sensed another angel. She turned to see Gabriel standing at the entrance with Ginger beside him. If she didn't give a command in the next second, both the Archangel and her Hellhound will be mulled to death.

"Stand down." She spoke softly and the Hellhounds stopped and began to part for Ginger and Gabriel as they had done for Clara. However, the look in their eyes was that fierce desire to kill. Despite that drive for blood, they obeyed their Cambion Queen.

Gabriel stood next to Clara and looked down at Micah. He seemed displeased and maybe even concerned. He might not have agreed with Micah's plan to kill all hybrids, but he probably didn't wish him any harm, especially at the jaws of unruly Hellhounds.

"The angels no longer want to hurt the last Nephilim." Clara said and Gabriel glanced at her and nodded with a sort of sad expression in his eyes.

"But they still want you and your daughter dead." He said and she glanced at Micah with a stone expression, making her intentions a complete mystery to him.

"I can't imagine that ending well." Clara said and Gabriel looked at Micah with a hard expression in his eyes. Whatever sadness he had moments ago was gone. He had chosen his place and he remained true to it; he would help Clara and her daughter even if it meant watching one of his own die.

"Killing the Cambions will only guarantee war and death." Gabriel said as Micah continued to tremble. "Hell's power doesn't threaten your so-called balance. Heaven and Hell both exist. There's your balance." Gabriel said and stepped a little closer. Micah withdrew to the wall as much as he could, his fear washing over Clara and the Hellhounds. She had to meet their eyes to keep them still.

"Heaven is at a disadvantage." Micah said weakly, his voice nearly quivering.

"I had told a certain someone to gather the angels, to unify them, and to embrace the Nephilim. You don't need a weapon, you just need something good to believe in. Hell doesn't want a war; it doesn't care about you. So cut the shit and help the humans like you're supposed to. Listen to their prayers; give them a reason to believe in you and save them from Hell, save them from their own greed." He said and Micah seemed less fearful as he gazed up at the last Archangel giving him an order. "There's your balance." He continued and took his place beside Clara.

Micah was speechless, but he glanced at Clara with uncertainty. He believed this was what he had to do, but he was told by the last Archangel that what he was doing wasn't right. Restoring the balance would mean to help the humans to accomplish what they desire or they would fall prey to the crossroads.

Now, would the Cambion Queen of Hell kill him? Would she send him back to the surface to deliver a message? Part of him was hopeful while the other imagined the worse.

"What will you do?" he asked her and her lips twitched into a dark smile. "Let your hounds kill me? Make me a messenger to the rest of Heaven?" he asked, sort of blurting out his thoughts.

Clara approached and stared down at him with that dark smile.

"Ever heard of killing the messenger?" she asked him and then she lost her smile. "That's because it sends a message." She concluded and turned her back on him, the Hellhounds snarling at him with the desire to finish what they started.