Two: Hello Darkness

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Raven took a deep breath as she sat in her throne. She had never really liked it much, it was uncomfortable. Ugly, too. Lucifer never really had a good taste in furniture.

"My queen," Crowley's voice scrambled her thoughts. "Can I talk to you?"

"Shoot." Raven sat forward and put her forearms on her knees. It would've been the first interaction since the day before.

"Remember little Jones-y we had in the cell earlier?" He asked, almost nervous.

"Send out a search party. It'll be fine." Raven said, sitting back. "She's no threat."

"She-" Crowley took a deep breath. "She killed all your guards in the corridors."

Raven sat up and wet her lips. "All of them?"

Crowley nodded and-

Was he shaking?

"What about the assigned torturers?" Raven asked.

"All four of them. Dead."

"Well. We'll just have to find her and kill her then, huh?" Raven wanted to smile, but was afraid it would be a sickened smile, like she was going to enjoy killing Jones.

"Yes ma'am." Crowley nodded and looked as a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He was scared of her. It kind of hurt.

Crowley disappeared right as she was about to address it.

I've got bigger problems than his cowardice. Raven pulled her phone out quickly and dialed Sam's number, 'Thing 2'.

It didn't even ring twice. "Hey Raven."

"Hiya Sammy-Boy. We've got a hell of a problem down here."

"Problem?"

Raven took a deep breath. "Remember Jones?"

There was a moment of silence. "Yeah." Sam said slowly. "What about her?"

"Well, where do I start..." She stood from her chair and started to walk around. "She threatened my throne, made fun of my previous king-"

"Are you saying she's bullying you?" A new voice asked.

"Hey Dean Dip. And no. I'm not there yet." Raven sighed. "This was all a distraction, I bet. To make her not look like a threat. Just a wannabe demon. And it worked."

"Worked how?" Sam asked.

"She killed all my corridor guard demons." Raven picked up a demon blade and swung it around a few times through her fingers, then put it in her inner pocket of her jacket. "All two hundred ninety six of them. In less than an hour."

"Seriously?"

"Even some of my torturers."

"Dang." Dean whistled lowly.

"Could you guys keep watch for vigilante demons? She might change hosts, but I doubt it." Raven sat back and yawned. "I'm tired for some reason. I've never been tired before."

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