The Devil Within

The Bitch is Dead

"I regret to inform you all that we have almost nothing on her," Elder Matthews huffed, his projection flickering. "While she's been spotted in a few European countries, there is no record of her on any human database."

"And I thought you were supposed to be the best," Rowena sighed, tapping her cheek in disappointment. 

"We are," Elder Matthews growled, glaring at Rowena. "But no one can track down someone who does not exist."

"Oh, she exists," Crowley interjected, rubbing his chin in thought. "I saw her with my own eyes, she was a vessel for Raphael."

"There are no birth records, school applications or even a photograph outside of security footage. Legally, she is an enigma," Elder Matthews said, narrowing his eyes. "The only information we've gotten is from one of our own who encountered her in Russia."

"And what information is that?" Rowena asked, sighing. 

"She's a Hunter and she has a special connection to Heaven itself," Elder Matthews explained. 

"We already know that," Crowley huffed, rolling his eyes. "She was Raphael's vessel for a time and she Hunts demons, that was evident."

"Do you know that she bears Heaven's physical mark?" Elder Matthews asked, glaring. "She is more important than a simple vessel, she is Blessed."

"Blessed?" Crowley repeated, unimpressed with the Elder. "Really?"

"It seems to have a more Divine meaning in Heaven," Elder Matthews groaned, annoyed with the demon and its constant disrespect. If he were actually there, Elder Matthews would have slaughtered the hell-beast and every witch inside the Grand Coven's Castle. But Elder Matthews was in the British Men of Letters' main base, a secret building no soul could find unless invited in. Besides, the Men of Letters were still searching for the Grand Coven since they went into hiding during the Spanish Inquisition. Alas, he would focus all of his resources on the Grand Coven once this shared threat was neutralized. "The angel that mentioned it made a big deal about it when my associate insulted her."

"I'm surprised your associate is alive," Crowley commented. "The angels associated with her will kill on sight."

"I suggest we learn more of this Blessing and find a way around this woman's Heavenly Guard," Elder Matthews continued, the venom in his voice becoming increasingly clear. "I can summon an angel with the necessary precautions to trap it-"

"Or, here's a suggestion, we could speak to the angel and... Ex-Prince Asmodeus," Crowley suggested, interrupting Elder Matthews. "I'd rather not risk Heaven catching wind of us."

"And how would we get down to Hell, Crowley?" Rowena asked, raising a brow at the demon. 

"There's always a back door, ma'am," Crowley grins, a sinister look in his eyes. "Granted, the one to Hell's quite dangerous but, then again, humans typically call it a Highway to Hell for a reason."

"How dangerous?" Elder Matthews questions.

"You could lose a limb or two if you're not careful," Crowley answered, a clever glint in his eyes. "Of course, that's a demon's risk. Who knows what would happen to humans such as yourselves?"

Elder Matthews stared at Crowley, narrowing his eyes at the demon. From what he's been informed, this demon was a fugitive of Hell, running from his own kind. Why does he want to go back to Hell, the sole place where he should be terrified of going? Every demon was out for Crowley's head, there was no way he was that stupid. Elder Matthews was correct, Crowley wasn't that stupid. 

Since his first contact with Elder Matthews, Crowley has been preparing to go down to Hell and retrieve the information needed to use you against the Devil. He knew that only an Angel would understand the complexities of Heaven and who they chose to associate with. While the angel down in Hell might not know why Lucifer likes you, he will know why Raphael used you as a vessel. Sure, angels could choose their vessels as a matter of convenience but it's mostly through belief. Very seldom was an atheist or a pagan an Angelic Vessel, vessels always worshiped God and believed that the winged bastards existed. Crowley doubted you were religious in that form, you were cuddling up with the Devil after all.