A Deal With The Devil

A Losing Battle

It had been a long night. It seemed that Negan just couldn't get Rick and his people to get with the program. He came into my room extremely angry. He slammed my door, and snarled something about needing a wooden box.
He looked at me and raked his fingers through his hair, "I just can't win, but I have an idea I need that fucking box.". He walked across the room and looked into my eyes, "I'm sorry Raven, darlin' I don't have time to play around tonight." He kissed me and pushed my hair back behind my ear. He smelled like burnt wood gun powder and sweat. The leather smell of his jacket was faint but there. I sat on the bed and reached under the edge to retrieve the small oak box that contained some odd things, but this was Negan's box. I held it up on my flat palm. "THAT is the reason you are my queen!" He smirked and kissed me hard. He then left my room and I was alone again.

The light of the full moon poured silver white over the cross roads where Negan stood, shovel in hand. He had set the box on the ground and dug a small hole. He then deposited the box in the hole and burried it. He tossed the shovel aside and not a minute later, a familiar voce came from the darkness. "Negan, I knew you would need me sooner or later." Negan turned in the direction of the voice. "Crowley" he said with a smirk. The two embraced as old friends would. "What services could Hell offer you in this disgusting place?" Negan looked at his old friend and explained the situation with Rick, Hilltop, The Kingdom, Alexandria, and the Sanctuary. Crowley looked intrigued, "total domination, I can do that, but it comes with a price and I already have YOUR soul." Negan licked his lips, "come to the Sanctuary and meet my wives, I bet we can work somthing out." Crowley agreed and they set off walking back to the Sanctuary.
There was a knock at my door I grimaced as one of the other wives poked her head in my door. She was a short red head with crooked teeth and she was sickly thin. I hated the way she tried to sound sweet, I knew that the others were only wives because they couldn't do anything to contribute, where I was actually a savior before Negan got a crush on me.  "Raven, Negan wants us dressed and in the big room in an hour." She said with a smile. "Simon said we need to put on something real nice, we have company." I rolled my eyes and walked to my closet. I dug around in all the redicculous dresses, sequins reflecting all over, hangers cracking as I dug around. I pulled out a short, black leather skirt, and reached for my knee high black boots. I dumped my choices on the bed and retrieved a red corsette from the dresser and black stockings. I dressed and twisted my long black hair up in a French twist. Then put on black eyeliner and mascara, and my deep rusty red lipstick. I then pulled on my leather biker jacket. I turned and clipped on my lockett choker and headed for the door.
I walked down the hall way, my 9mm pistol felt cold in the waste and of my skirt, my knife glinted silver sticking out of the top of my boot. I reached the door of the big room and lit a cigarette......