Daughters Of Hell

Chapter One

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Daughters of Hell

Starring,

Black Widow as Nicole

Jenna Marbles as Lynne

Eden Von Hell as Dianae

Dianae’s POV

She walked into the cafe, steam and sugary scents wafted from the kitchen and out into the autumn wind. She walked to the counter and faced a skinny girl with wire glasses, she couldn’t be in her junior year of college. She cleared her throat and the girl looked up from her thick textbook.

“One coffee, black and a slice of cherry pie.” The girl only nodded and turned to the kitchen. The older girl. Dianae, looked around the quaint cafe and found a booth past two men. She slipped in just as the young server came and gave her her food. She sipped her coffee and nearly choked when she heard, her fathers name, Lucifer. She cocked her head careful to listen to the conversation happening between the two men.  She didn’t hear the end, as the two men got up and left the cafe continuing their conversation as the walked. Looking at her pie sadly, getting up she fished money out of her jeans and laid a twenty on the table. She rushed out, and looked for the two men. She saw them as a black chevy impala beeped and they got inside. the car peeled out of the parking spot and she walked after it. She saw them get into a black chevy and she followed, careful to keep her distance.

Dianae looked at her image in the mirror. She had found the hotel the two mysterious men had checked into and had booked a room herself. She wore a rib length biker jacket over a black dress that ended mid thigh and showed off her tattoos. She grabbed sleek black pumps and fluffed up her hair. I look ridiculous. But sex appeal is the best way to get information.  She shrugged, taking a bite of her muffin and watched as one of the brothers got into the car that she saw earlier that day, and watched as it sped away, toward the bar district. She smiled wickedly and touched up her makeup. Satisfied with her appearance she went down the stairs and into the street. Hailing a taxi she followed the impala toward a bar that had a light up sign that said “The Old Room”. She smiled at the driver and gave him his fare. She stepped out and ruffled her hair once more and walked in.

She saw him sitting at the bar ordering a beer. She slid into the stool next to him.

“This seat taken?” She smiled slyly as he looked at her. He looked at her chest and back at her face

“Not that I know of.” Dianae turned to the bar tender.

“Vodka martini. Dirty.” She smiled at the man sitting next to her. She studied his face, something was familiar with his aura. Strange.

“Dean Winchester.” He, Dean, said. Dianae nearly spewed her alcohol all over the counter. Well no wonder he felt familiar.  she said sarcastically to herself. Dianae had heard about him from whispers and reports she got from demons. He had spent forty years in hell. An impressive feat, not nearly as impressive as his fathers time but still, something ad shifted in those forty years. A voice rang in her head. A righteous man… hell.. is all flooded back to her and her vision stung. The rest of the prophecy burned in her mind. Her hand went to the tattoo around her neck, it was a red trident, a reminder of the life she left in hell. Dean looked at her and frowned.