Heaven and Hell

Deals to be Made

Missy was gone again. The Doctor had woken up to an empty bed, his lover gone off to do god knows what in the dead of the night. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't frustrated and disappointed. He hated waking up without her.
He turned over, drawing the blankets tighter around him. He should have known she'd go out again tonight. She'd been angry with him when they went to sleep, despite the fact that he'd still fed her. The woman could hold a grudge as it seemed.
He let out a groan, trying his hardest to get back to sleep. But sleep had always been hard for him before Missy had come along and without her it was difficult for him to fall back asleep again. He'd become far too attached to the feeling of an other body sleeping beside him. It almost frightened him how dependent he'd become of it in the short amount of time they'd been together. But she was gone again and there was nothing he could do.
He huffed, throwing the blankets off of himself and getting to his feet. He wasn't getting any more sleep tonight so he might as well get some work done. He pulled on his boxers before treading over to the desk and plopping down in front of his laptop. He'd promised her he'd look for signs of Rassilon, so he'd scan the usual web sites. But he was mostly just looking for an other hunt for them. The sooner he could get her mind off of the arch angel the better.
The Mistress stood in a graveyard, tapping her foot impatiently. The bloody fool had said he'd be here an hour ago and yet here she was, standing at the gates of hell waiting for a damned demon she didn't even much care for. But what choice did she have?
There was a slight rumble and the tomb opened up, letting a crippled demon along with two of his lackeys through to the other side. "Koschei." He spoke, grinning up at her from the wheelchair sort of contraption he sat in. "I was shocked to have heard from you."
She glared down at him. "Don't test me, Davros. You know why I'm here."
He let out a raspy laugh. This was hardly the first time the succubus had been in league with him. But that didn't mean she liked him and she hated having to go to him for help. But she simply didn't have the numbers that he had to pull off what she had in mind. "You need my help. Yes I know."
"I don't need you for anything!" She snapped, her clawed hands curling into fists. She took a deep breath, hearing him laughing at her again. "Your help would just be a convenance that I would very much like to have." She clarified to him, though he didn't seem too convinced of it.
"Call it what you will, Koschei. But we both know the truth." Davros pointed out to her before continuing on. "I'll offer you a commotion as you asked. But you do know the consequences don't you?"
She glared at him, knowing exactly what he was getting at. Surely he'd heard she'd been working with the Doctor. Word traveled fast amongst demons, especially when it was about her or the six other higher-ups. "I'm a succubus. I can guarantee I've ended more lives than your little daleks could in a single attack." She defended, rolling her eyes. "Just enough to get his attention."
Davros laughed again, waving his hand to dismiss the two demon lackeys he had come to call daleks, presumably to send them off to get to work. "You're aware of my price, correct?"
She let out a huff. "Do your job first. Then we will talk payment. Besides, it's not every day I come to the likes of you for assistance. You should take pride in that." She shot back at him, emphasizing the word pride. She knew exactly who she was playing with. Playing on his pride was the best thing she could do, considering the demon sitting before her was the very incarnation of the sin.
Her plot seemed to have worked though as he nodded. "You know I do." He grinned evilly. "But I must ask, what will you're little angel think of this?"
Her smile dropped, her jaw clenched. So the word had gotten to them already.
He snickered. "Oh of course we know. When the great Koschei finally returns to her lover it's bound to start an uproar. The infamous eighth fallen arch angel actually does exist. We're taking bets you know? Whether or not you'll actually do it.."
"Enough." She snapped, cutting him off before he could continue. "He doesn't know I'm here. He won't know I'm here. I will get things done and the whole damn lot of you can shove your bets."
He shrugged. "Fine. That's your business. I'll do your little job. Just be sure you can pay up and take the heat."
She nodded and with that he was gone again back to hell. That man always knew how to press her buttons. But then again most of them did. She had never exactly been able to fit in with the rest of them. She had a reason for having fallen. And she had a purpose to keep her going. The rest of them simply thrived on the death and destruction for pure fun. Not that she didn't either, but she still had a bigger purpose to it all in the grand scheme of things.
None of that was important though. Davros had agreed to send his daleks out to create a ruckus big enough to catch the attention of a certain angel. She was done waiting. And with Theta by her side again she was certain she'd get her revenge once and for all.