For two days I was trapped in that room, with Oskar's rotting corpse and Crowley's lifeless meatsuit. A head ache of the century torturing me every second from both the spell, and dehydration. It was so very much like Hell...just a little less dark. My phone was dead. My prayers felt pointless.
I had no idea what happened out there to my brothers, or my angel. The only other person who knew, and might care, where I was, was Crowley and he had yet to return.
I was weak on so many levels. Whatever that spell did, remove the Mark of Cain or not, disrupted every cell in my body. Not as bad as the time an archangel was burned out inside me, but miserably similar.
Being a Seer sucks.
All I could do for survival is try to sleep on the cold floor and wait. Spend time inside my own head for entertainment and company. When that got old, I started throwing the halbred at the door, and retreiving it with my power. Over and over till the wood began to shred like sausage.
Until someone came through it.
I nearly took her headoff, this mystery woman slinking in timidly, with two men in suits I could only imagine were demons. A witch, at a guess. Short blonde hair and a long plain black dress.
One of her escorts actually caught my weapon in the air and moved towards me warily.
"Dont kill me, and you can have this back," he said, with the handle flipped around.
"Depends on why you're here," I sneered groggily, "and I can just take it, you idiot. It answers to me."
He visibly swallowed his fear and gingerly brought it closer for me to grab.
"Um, Missy here is going undo the spell to free the king's meatsuit. And you, if you behave."
I frowned with a thoughtful, relieved nod. "Would it have killed you to bring a snack?"
Speechless, the demon walked away, unwilling to argue and likely ordered not to hurt or upset me. I watched the witch in question as she tried a handful variety of disarming charms before she got it right.
She then glided over to me, and chanted the same words, finally releasing me. I got up off the floor and wandered around, stretching and and stomping out my stiffness.
"So, where is he?" I asked aloud to neither of them in particular.
"He's been running, with that mad dog angel on the loose," the second one informed me, "we waited to be sure this place was clear."
"So he is coming?" I stopped and asked, and they nodded,"when?"
"Uh...when he calls," the first one said nervously, "we lost track of him and are waiting for further orders."
"Oh for the love of...fuck this, I'm out of here," I told them and went to pick up my dead phone off the table and head for the door.
Both demons shuffled and closed ranks to get in my way.
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that. King's orders."
"What!?"
"He wants you to come with him," one of them elaborated.
"For his own protection?" I sneered and then sighed, "he can forget it, I have to find my family. So...move."
"Alright, alright, children, play nice," Crowley's voice came from behind me, the two demons in front of me going rigid with fearful respect. I heard his shoes lightly tapping before I turned around to see him shifting and stretching, getting comfortable again in his body.
"Ahh...daddy's home!"
I scowled at him with an eye roll, but still, glad to see a somewhat friendly face. Meanwhile, his two minions weren't as pleased. Looking as if they had bad news they feared to divulge.
"What?" the King snapped at them, disappointed that no one seemed to be glad he was back.
