Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

86| More Demons

"Well, it's been a pleasure having company, but once a century is enough for me. You can let yourselves out."

"Hey, listen, pal," I stood, following Cain. "We're not leaving here without the Blade."

"You have quite a reputation, Eleanor. I see the part about you being brave rings true."

"Well, what can I say? I'm an all-in kind of a girl. Abaddon is the last Knight of Hell, and if you're out of the game, what the hell do you care if she dies?"

"If your friend here could talk, he would tell you that I trained the Knights of Hell," Cain nodded back at Crowley. "I built that entire demonic order with my own hands- Abaddon included."

"Well, that is information I could have used five minutes ago!" I glared back at Crowley.

The demon king just gasped in explanation, still unable to talk.

"Well, here's something your friend doesn't know, that no one knows, in fact- outside of Abaddon," Cain continued. "It wasn't the archangels who slaughtered the Knights. It was me."

"Why did you turn on your own?" I asked.

"Once again, I admire your bravery. But if you'll excuse me, I have errands to run in town," Cain turned his back on me once more. "Goodbye, Eleanor Winchester... Never return."

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"This is by far the dumbest idea you've ever had," Crowley whispered as we snuck back into Cain's house hours later.

"Yeah, well, it's early," I quipped.

Crowley peeked into the room where we'd had tea with Cain, then backed away.

"Oh, there's nothing here. Shame. Let's go."

"Hey!" I held out a hand and grabbed his arm. "Sack up and start looking, okay? We don't have much time."

I wandered into the living room as Crowley headed off in a different direction. Noticing a picture on the mantel, I picked it up to get a closer look. It had an old picture of a woman with the name Collette along the bottom in pretty cursive. As I studied it, I noticed the woman was wearing a ring on her finger similar to the one Cain had been wearing. Swallowing, I set the picture down and started playing with my own wedding ring.

"Nothing. Not even porn," Crowley announced, entering the room.

"Think I figured out why he went off the reservation so many years ago."

I handed the picture of Collette to him to see.

"Lovely. Little plain. Who is she?"

"Cain had a similar ring on," I gestured to the picture. "Father of murder got hitched."

We both looked up as the sound of all the doors locking met our ears.

"He's back. Come on."

We rushed to the front door, but it was solidly locked.

"Go!" I cried.

We turned to find another exit to see Cain standing blocking our path.

"That belongs to me," he said, gesturing to the picture still in Crowley's hands.

"Sorry," Crowley said, handing it over. "Gorgeous, by the way."

Headlights flashed from the driveway, and I walked over to window and drew back the curtain. Six people, who I assumed were demons, all stood outside.

"I don't suppose they're with you," I shot at Cain.

"No," he said, expression hard.

"I guess we can't wait any longer," one of the demons called. "Your friend from the shop was very helpful... after I peeled her skin off! We don't want any trouble, Cain. Just want the so-called King and the Winchester. I got a new master to impress, and I'm betting bagging those two will do just that."