"Please...out of my way." A girl with long glowing golden hair reached for the now cooling pool of blood surrounding the body of a rather lithe boy, the light fading in his hazel eyes.
The girl in her way crossed her arms over her chest, a faint glow branching out from her shoulders to illuminate her short bleached white hair.
"Now, now..." the angel tutted at the struggling demon. "Where would the fun in that be?"
Lucia scratched at the dried red paint around her, cursed devil's trap! Her short nails came up with nothing but smears of color and the pain from pressing against the invisible barrier. How had she missed such an obvious trick?
"I wasn't hurting him. I swear." She begged, the blood soaked into her favorite flannel most likely convinced the angel otherwise.
"Oh, so there is a body, you, and no other demon or supernatural within a hundred mile radius. Yet you claim to have complete innocence Luciana Grey?"
Her breath hitched at the sound of her name before she rose to her feet, having a good foot of height difference on her, she had to look down as the smug smile faded from the angels face. She knows that she had the power to see her true eyes, blacker than the darkest night with the ability to feel like they are searching your very soul.
"He's still breathing, let me save him." She put a hand up to test the infuriating wall between her and this sorry excuse of an angel.
"Oh? With your cheery little deals? I know how you are Miss Grey, I don't believe in all the innocence I've been told about." She stepped over the carefully painted line unknowingly scratching it on the way, a hairline of a mark but it was enough for her to squeeze through.
"Well it's a bit hard to help someone if you're bound to the underground for all eternity isn't it? Deals are all I can offer. Rules are rules, Miss-?"
"Alexandria Monroe. As my vessel is called anyway."
The demon crossed her arms as well in a mocking manner and proceeded in pacing back and forth.
"In that case, you must call me Lucia. I do not care much for my hosts name...."
"Oh?"
"That really isn't your business is it?" The golden haired demon smiled and strutted around the unsuspecting girl. Stepping across the red paint and pausing for a split second before running into the night. "Don't let the boy die."
That boy did survive, grew up to be a decent man actually. Though he continued to grow up in a family of hunters and encountered countless of other creatures, which was a little known fact to the two supernaturals, he never forgot the night he was knowingly in the presence of good and evil at the same exact time. The boy's name, was Sam Winchester.
Alexandria on the other hand, she knew that the boy was doomed from the beginning. She couldn't believe the demon hadn't heard, Sam was already marked. Doomed to an inescapable fate.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Not Enough Latin (A Supernatural Fanfiction)
FanficI don't think many people have heard of a shy or polite demon. They're not in the wrong or anything, they are really quite rare. Most people have only heard of one if they had heard of any. Always the same one too. A girl by the name of Lucia Grey.
