Raised in Hell

FOUR

"Who the hell, are you?" Crowley asks with unwavering confidence. His deep accent takes me back for a moment and then I counter him

"Aster." I say as I begin to look him up and down.He begins to say something but I raise my index finger to him and wave it. I already know what he was going to say.He ignores me and says,

"Well, I'm the bloody king of hell," I stop him and finish his sentence.

"Crowley, yes I know." And then I pause and begin to circle him, stepping out of the dark. For the first time he sees my wings. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth widens. "Well, would you look at that we're already finishing each other's sentences." I say with forced enthusiasm.

"What are you."He says hesitantly stepping back and brings his middle finger to his thumb. A loud snap sounds from his fingers and I roll my eyes. Suddenly hands grab at my elbows. I simply allow them to pull me away and I smirk. It's my signature look now. Then I mumble a phrase I hope He'll remember.

"This is the worst mistake you've ever made."

I'm dragged into a circular cell, very similar to the one I had my awakening in. They strap me to a rusting  metal chair and strap me in. I realize the runes on it and huff a bit of laughter. Boy they're in for a surprise. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit it at Crowley's henchman. He stares at me with an intense soulless hatred. He raises his hand to hit my face, but Crowley's own arm counters it and he says,

"Up, up, up, No that's my job." And motions his hand to the door. The henchman follows his guide as do tho others. Crowley walks to the door and grabs a red stained apron off the hook. He walks back to a tray on wheels and hovers his hand above the weapons. He hums a small tune and I fake a yawn.

" If I knew your torture would be this boring I'd come here every night. At least if I wanted to sleep." I say in a cool tone. He glares at me and picks up an angel blade. Crowley wipes the crusted blood on it with the edge of his apron. He stares back at me and then grabs a match from the table. He touches the tip of the match and lights it. He walks before me and drops the match on the floor. A small line of fire spread out into a circle around me and I raised my eyebrows. I snickered at him and ten I felt his thoughts.

"Neck." I said with an increased amount of humor.

"Hmm?" He asked looking expectantly toward me.

"You were wondering where to start, I said neck." I reply quite simply. He looks at me oddly and steps over the small line of flames. I sniff the air and begin to speak once more.

"Where'd you get holy oil?" I ask as his knife splits a wide slit in my throat. I simply yawn and he doesn't answer my question. He continues to cut me. My wrists, my shoulders, my abdomen, my chest, and my face bleed with a dark red envy. I don't even cringe once and continue to make sarcastic comments at him.

"Well at least you tried, right?" He lets out a grunt of frustration stabs straight through my arm. I let out a long breath and look at him.

"Why don't you go get mommy dearest, I bet she can help with your issue." I say to him with a grin. I bite my bloody lip and stare straight into his eyes. I spit out blood at him. It lands on his cheek and rubs it off onto his apron. An sole expression of anger spreads over his face as he turns to the door.

"That's a great idea." He mutters as he walks to the solid door. He pulls it open with a grunt  and yells out side.

"Mother!" He walks back in to the room leaving the door open as two guards lead in a short red headed woman. Her pointy nose matches the sneer in her eyes as she stares at me. I hold an indifferent grin as I crack my neck staring at her. After the guards leave, slamming the heavy door, I blink. My purple eyes show for a moment ,and she stares in awe. She backs up a step or two. I lean forward and stare intensely at her. I process a thought and send it to her.

...Kay so here's the thing, I'm in a bit of an issue with these wings, can you work a bit of mojo and make 'em invisible? I'll give Lucifer some good reviews about you...

She looks oddly at me for a moment as though deciding whether or not to grant my plea. She suddenly whispers a word or two and I feel a weight lifted off my back. She gives me a small smile and then thinks in her head, knowing I can hear. In a deep scottish accent she recites a list of guide lines.

...When ever you please just think about seeing your wings and they'll return to being visible. Remember, Your wings are still there just not seen by the naked eye...

I nod in recognition and turn to where Crowley sits. He seems to have not noticed anything. His head is bent down focusing on sharpening a angel blade. When he's not looking, I slowly unfasten the restraints around my wrists and then my legs. Those are some faulty runes, I think. Just as he's about to look back up I re-insert my wrists into the loose loop holes.

"What in the world. I swear  she had wings...? He says as He stands up and looks expectantly to Rowena.

"I never saw any wings, Fergus." She says in a mocking tone. I snicker at his name and he looks back at me.

"Well, if you're not gonna do anything... May as well just kill her." He says in a relatively calm tone. Rowena cringes and grits her teeth. I grin my evil grin as Crowley walks over to me. He steps over the flames and brings out his newly sharpened blade. I look him in the eyes and say with a grand amount of confidence,

"This'll be fun."

He wraps his large hand around the shiny blade and swings it back. He pushes it forward with so much force that within a moment of it colliding with my cold skin it exits through my back. I let out a piercing scream and fall limp with my eyes glowing a bright purple. I lay for a moment until I hear Crowley walking away. I suddenly sit back up.

"Well, what da you know?!" I yell ecstatically. He turn around back to face me. Over his face an expression of fear spreads.

"Oh come on, you really should figure out how to kill something before you try." I say and snicker at his ignorance to his own stupidity.He begins to run at me with the knife. He comes within a foot of my heart. My hand quickly flies up and grabs his neck. My hold on his neck becomes so strong I begin to hear a crunching noise. His grip on the dagger loosens and it falls to the floor. I stand, still holding Crowley's neck. I look ahead of me and Rowena is smiling.
"Uh, Uh, uh. You know that won't do a thing." I say to him with a flare of seriousness.
Still holding onto his neck I step out of the circle of fire. His eyes grow wide.
"You should also find how to trap the creature you have 'caught'." I say and snicker at him once again. I look over and Rowena is wide eyed staring at me.
"Holy Hell." She states in her thick accent.
"Now don't mess with me again." I say staring directly at Crowley. I nod to Rowena and then swallow myself up into a ray of purple light.