The Pretender: a Sara Lance / Batwoman fanfiction

Pt. 09 / Nyx / Sad wings of destiny

- "Dante, I swear, if you're bothering me because of some shit..."
"No, Nyx, I wouldn't dare. Please, come."

Dante took me to his home, where two of my friends were. I mean, we don't have friends, we all get along with each other, but these two were close to me.

- "Jetrel, Dagon, good to see you. Now tell me what is going on, what is so important that this peasant had to come wake me up."
"First, Nyx, glad you're alive and well. We were worried."
- "Why?"
"Hiding, beine alone, missing swinger parties... so unlike you." Dagon shook his head. Funny guy, this Dagon. He looked exactly as Orlando Bloom did in the Lord of the Rings. Always cracks me up.

- "Can we get to the point? Not in the mood for fooling around."
"All right," Jetrel said as Dante left us alone in the room.

For the record, Jetrel and Dagon were also the Fallens from the first wave, although not so high in our ranks. I mean, no one is so high in the rank as I am, but still, they were pretty important in Hell. 

Dagon could easily be mistake for an ordinary fisherman, but beware. Ancient Greeks created Posseidon legend based on Dagon. Yeah, he made a few appearances in ancient times but since then he's been satisfied down here.

Jetrel on the other hand had different interests. Guns and armory and training of young boys and girls in combat. Warlock with receiding hairline, but growing beard. If you combined a Viking with a Mexican, you'd get Jetrel. Sharp features but was a softie.

- "I'm listening. And running out of patience."
"Nyx, look. We know about the task Lucifer gave you and you declined. Soul of Sara Lance."
- "And?" I folded my arms over chest and waited.
"Lucifer now assigned Shamzel."

- "What? That dick?"
"Yes, Shamzel had his head so deep in Lucifer's ass..."
- "Ugh, I don't want to imagine, yuck, just continue and get to the point finaly!"
"We think Shamzel and Meresin are traitors and want to throw Luci to Archangels."

Ok, now I stood in awe and my jaw almost hit the floor.
- "What??? How?"
Dagon said something but I couldn't wrap my head around it. Those two losers? Meresin never actualy does anything, he just stays in the pit of Hell reserved for liars and thiefs, punishing them, which is his only joy probably. And Shamzel... yes, he's a snake, but afraid of Lucifer, afraid of every other Fallen. He'd never...

"I heard those two, speaking Hebrew."
- "Fuck... Hebrew?" I rolled my eyes. Latin, that was our language, Latin was noble. But Hebrew? A fucking jargon of scum...

- "Did you understand any of it?"
"Only bits and pieces. According to Meresin, if Lucifer ever takes one more soul from Earth, from living person, his Dad will be able to find him and Archangels will..."
- "Fuck.. fuck! Where is he now?"
"They already went through the portal, to Gotham."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
FUCK.
Of all the places in the fucking universe...

I punched the wall. Well... I punched through the wall.

"Whoa, Nyx, calm down. We can stop them, right?"
- "Sure. Why not just go to Gotham." I chuckled in despair. And banged my head at the wall. No hole this time. 

"Yeah and... uh... one more thing."
- "Are you shitting me?"
"Nope. Well, there is one... human."
- "Fuck." did they find out about Kate? Please no...

"Some blond guy at the Gate, looking like Sting, he said he was looking for you, Dante locked him up. He told Dante he had your jacket, torn by some Bat.. knife... whatever."

Shit.

- "Where is he?"
"Cell near the Gate. But Nyx, wait, we have to..."
I don't give a fuck what we have to. I have to. The door burst out flying as I ran through them, forgetting to open it first.