"Here's the deal, kid," a male voice sounded, "you get us into heaven and poof, you can go trot wherever, I don't really care."

Cassi rolled her bound wrist. "Or, listen to this," she smiled sweetly, "I don't take you anywhere and you can go, what is that human expression? Ah, yes…fuck off." She leaned slightly forward in her chair.

"Luca!" Elliot scolded as the strange nephalem was about to launch at Cassi. "Behave."

Luca looked back in the dim lit room and followed Cassi's gaze to a clock on the dingy wall. "Oh," she kept her bubbly personality intact, "just waiting for my parents to get me. I'm grounded you see and, hmm, can't really go out without permission."

"Oh, I like her." Another nephalem in the room grinned. "Even if she is all rainbows and sunshine."

"Thanks, erm…"

"Violet." The dark haired nephalem introduced.

Cassi kept her smile, "Charmed."

Luca stood in front of Cassi and leaned down. "Enough pleasantries." His voice was low with intimidation. "Girl, you need to understand. It's heaven, hell, and us. You are no better than dirt to angels, to God, and you're no saint to hell. It's us and that lot. We only wish to go to heaven to sort things out."

Cassi rolled her eyes. "By eliminating angels?"

Violet approached Cassi. "Listen, love, we only wish to exist and it's not fair heaven gets to choose that we don't. All of us have one thing in common, including you," she looked around the room where at least a dozen nephalems stood, "we are neither demon nor angel. We are our own and if we have to go up there to remind them that we exist and here to stay, then so be it. Now, you're the only one of us who still has her angelic side," she sniffed Cassi, "and a strong one at that. We need you, as our sister, to escort us into heaven. You don't even have to do anything, just take us up there and then you can be on your way."

Cassi looked around the room, taking in the vengeful nephalems. She could feel their hatred loom within her. It was more powerful than her trip to hell and with every second, she tried her best not to let it outweigh her. Her thoughts were of her parents, he cottage, the bookshop, the Bentley, and everything that made her feel love and loved. She had no intention of helping their take over.

—-

The elevator door chimed and a very pissed off Crowley got out before a worried Aziraphale. The angel said nothing as he followed Crowley into heaven as if the demon owned the place. He did not bother to disguise himself, nor did he want to for that matter.

"Oi, you can't be here!" an angel interrupted demon's stride.

Crowley growled; his yellow eyes were a death glare.

"Where's the Metatron?" Aziraphale questioned.

The angel said nothing as he and Crowley stared at each other.

Some steps were heard and soon a familiar voice sounded. "What are you doing here, traitor?" Michael asked as they approached. "And why did you bring your pet?"

Aziraphale remained patient. "Where's the Metatron?" He repeated.

"I don't know. I'm not his secretary."

"I need to speak to the Metatron."

"And why is it you need to speak to him, Aziraphale?" Uriel came from behind a pillar. "You gave up your position as an angel of heaven and as supreme archangel. You are not welcomed here."

Aziraphale took in a breath and with a deep voice he stated, "I am still an angel, regardless if I work for heaven. Now," his stare held power, "where is the Metatron and please be advised, my patience is running."

—-

"I don't know where she is!" A demon cried as Beelzebub dangled his head by the dung pits. "I swear! We haven't seen Crowley's daughter since he warned us to stay away from her."

"I find that hard to believe." Gabriel decaled.

"I-I swear. I wouldn't lie."

Gabriel clicked his tongue. "You're a demon. That's what you do."

"He's telling the truth!" Dagon interjected.

Beelzebub pushed the demon down into the pits and looked at her former employees. While Crowley and Aziraphale had gone to heaven, the parents-non-parents decided to question hell. The former ruler had gone down with annoyance filling their steps. They had lined up all hell's superiors and made them kneel in a neat line. It was bad enough Beelzebub was back, but they had brought with them one of heaven's powerful archangels.

Gabriel stood in front of the demons and closed his hands as if to pray. "We want to believe you, we really do but, given your track record, it's not looking good."

Shax raised her hand.

"Yes, Shax?" Beelzebub's cold smile sent a shiver down the demon's spine.

"We…we haven't seen her b-but there was a nephalem lurking around the elevator and it wasn't the boy Crowley offered up."

Gabriel and Beelzebub exchanged glances.

—-

"You don't have to be rude, Aziraphale." The Metatron lectured. "We are all friends here."

"Where the fuck is our daughter?" Crowley inquired with a belligerent tone.

The Metatron shook his head. "If you can't keep him calm, I'm afraid I would have to ask your…demon to wait down on earth."

Aziraphale placed his hand on Crowley's arm, trying to pacify the ancient angel. "Our daughter disappeared, and we inquire if -"

"I'm afraid she's not here." The Metatron stood on his toes and placed his hands behind his back. "I told her she is welcome in here anytime and so; I've informed the other angels to escort her to me when she does come. As you can see, she's not with me."

Aziraphale bit his lip and looked around. He subtly shook his head, answering Crowley's unasked question. He could not sense their daughter's presence in heaven.

—-

Luca circled Cassi. "Stubborn little thing, ain't she?"

Elliot stood in front of Cassi and placed his hands on hers. "Cassi," he spoke softly, "I really don't want to threaten you."

The young nephalem looked at the ropes around her wrist. "And this is? A date?" She scrunched her nose.

"Bring it here." Luca commanded.

Elliot leaned closer and whispered. "They are not as nice as I am."

Cassi shot daggers at him but soon her expression softened as one of them brought out a small cage with Hex inside. Luca grinned and opened the cage, retrieving a hissing Hex. "Take us to heaven or you'll be pet less. Elliot said you…lo-" he cleared his throat, "care for this thing."

Cassi smirked; her demon father was present in her devious expression. "Ever heard of Nutter witches?"

Everyone stood silent, exchanging curious and confused glances with each other.

"Where is this going, love?"

"She's the one that predicted Armageddon." One of the nephalems spoke.

"Well," she turned to Elliot, "did I ever mention I met one of her descendants. Nice lady." She reminisced. "Gave me Hex." All nephalems looked over at Hex and with the distractions, Cassi did double snap.

—-

Beelzebub placed their hands behind their back as the elevator dinged. "Do you think she's in heaven?"

Gabriel escorted their partner into the shop. "Seems unlikely."

Beelzebub halted Gabriel as they felt something in the air. "Something's changed."

—-

"What's happening?" Aziraphale looked around as a bright light flicked and a zapping was heard.

Metatron clicked his tongue. "It seems your daughter has officially started the events of the war, which means," he gave the parents an apologetic look, "she's in danger." He turned to some angels who were close, "Better get ready. They'll be here any moment."

"Whose they?" Crowley questioned. "Hell?"

"Oh, no, the first part of the war takes place up here and the second part on earth. We must deal with those pesky halflings first."

Aziraphale looked around as the angels scurried. He turned to Crowley and then back to the Metatron. His mind concluded one thing. "That's why you wanted her." The angel gasped. "Not as a weapon but as a shield."

"Hmm, something like that. More like…a guardian angel to heaven, to all of us up here and maybe on earth."

Crowley took a step forward. "You brought this on yourselves. You took them away, locked them up, and tortured them."

"Hell did that." The Metatron chuckled. "We don't do such malice up here."

"Yea, you keep telling yourself that." Crowley paced around.

The Metatron bit the inside of his cheek. "They are dangerous. You say they deserve to live but that is only because your daughter is not a good representation of how evil they can be. Trust me when I say, they need to be eliminated."

—-

"Hover me again and I swear I'll puke out a hairball on your pretty little face."

Cassi stuck out her tongue playfully as the tall man with shaggy grey hair and snake eyes, also known as Hex', untied her. "You enjoyed it." She smiled. "As much as you enjoy pets and cuddles."

"Tsk, don't remind me. Your papa loves to scratch my chin."

It was back in 1952 when a lone woman had lured Cassi into a back alley in Port Talbot (where she had resided for a year after her mother's death) and had given her instructions. The young Cassi had no idea what the woman was on about when she introduced herself to be a Nutter witch and gave Cassi a brief family history. The witch then introduced the Persian cat in her arms as Hex, "A familiar." The witch had stated. "Your familiar. He will keep you as innocent as possible, as angelic as you need to be for later and he will retain your other side."

"What's happening?" She raised her brow.

"And he will keep you safe until you meet them."

Cassi had no choice but to embrace the demon cat as he was shoved into her arms. "Them?"

"Alright?" She ignored the question. "You can't stay in Wales." She handed her some money and a note explaining how to care for the familiar. "Take this and head to London. Stay there until, well, it happens."

"You're weird."

"If anyone asked, I died and gave you my cat and be good, properly good because they are watching. They will never stop observing you."

"Wha-"

The witch hurried away and Cassi stood there confused. She then cautiously eyed the cat in her hands and lifted him up to eye level. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Hex meowed and gave a blank stare.

A familiar to a witch is more than a pet and some people believe they are some sort of demon but in Cassi's case, neither demon or angel, the familiar, Hex, was an entity plucked from hell by a witch, who was very good at summoning circles, who had given it a job, and one job only: absorb as much demonic side from his companion. To elaborate further and explain it clearer, Hex, in truth, was a cat whose tiny little body and soul housed Cassi's demon side. The side given to her by a red-headed demon who was/is madly in love with an angel.

Meanwhile, the now human-like familiar escorted the nephalem out as easy as, well, not pie because that's very hard to make. "Your fathers are in a panic."

Cassi tried to keep up as best as she could. "Did you really have to knock them all out like that?"

"They started it." Hex moved swiftly. "They captured me after your parents left to find you. Something about heaven and hell."

Cassi gasped and pulled Hex back. "They would never go back there."

"They would to find you."

—

"Will you be joining us, Aziraphale? You can command your old platoon from the first war."

Aziraphale held on to Crowley's arm knowing the demon was ranging inside every single time the Metatron spoke his lunacy,

The Metatron nodded and stepped away. "You're welcome to stay up here but I would suggest he behaves."

Once out of earshot, Aziraphale turned to Crowley. "I need you to calm down."

Crowley clenched his jaw. "I'm not going to calm down when we have no idea where our daughter is!" He placed his hands on his hips and began to pace around. "And why the hell are you so calm? Cassi could be in danger, and we are up here wasting time when we could be looking for her elsewhere. The fucker already said she wasn't here; she could be in hell!"

"But she's not and you know that. Us worrying is not going to help anyone, especially her." Aziraphale walked away.

Crowley growled and followed while angels around them started to form in neat lines. "Whe-where are we going?"

Aziraphale said nothing as he led them to a glassed room, isolated from the rest of heaven. There was nothing much inside but a white desk in the middle of it. Aziraphale rummaged through the drawers in search of something.

Crowley looked around and pursed his lips. "Isn't this cozy." He sarcastically remarked. "What's that?"

Aziraphale pulled out a folder from the drawer. "Cassi's file." He opened it and splayed it on the desk. "What I took with me was but two pages of it. I was so shaken up when I read I had a daughter with you that I didn't bother to read the rest."

The angel opened the file and as Crowley picked it up, an old photograph slid out. "Well, this could have saved us some trouble." He stated as he picked up the photo.

"Erm, according to this, Cassi began to display signs of demon, well, naughty behavior in 1943 and stopped suddenly nine years later." Aziraphale read on. "It do-doesn't say why exactly but apparently that was a good thing."

"Yes, good for bloody heaven." Crowley kept inspecting the photograph. "How naughty are we talking about? Ngk, hell naughty or…" he removed his glasses and pressed the photograph close to his face. "Hang on," he squinted his eyes, "angel, is…is that Hex?" He placed the photo down on the desk and pointed. "Right here…on the bottom left next to Cassi."

Aziraphale picked up the photo and inspected it himself.

"Hang on." Crowley snatched the photo from Aziraphale as he noticed some writing on the back. "1954…um, does a cat live that long?"

"Not sixty-nine years, dearest." Aziraphale retrieved the photo from Crowley's hand. "I must say…the resemblance to you is uncanny." He smiled. "Not that she doesn't look like you now but even more so with shoulder length hair. Awe," he clutched the picture to his chest, "my beautiful, darling daughter."

"Angel," Crowley snapped his finger, "focus."

"Oh, right, right."