Carry On My Wayward Daughter's

Ancient History

Present August 10th, 2020
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Down in hell Lucifer speaking to his disciples)
“Too long have we been waiting in the shadows and losing! We cannot continue to sit back letting these hunters win. I have a plan that no one will ever see coming my friends. Soon we will be on top!!!” Lucifer says walking away. Walking into the next room he sees Crowley sitting a little too comfortably on Lucifers throne.
“Crowley! How not nice of you to drop in. I would offer you a drink, but that would imply that your presence was wanted here.” Lucifer says pouring himself a drink.
Crowley looked unamused by the statement and skipped ahead. “Heard your little comeback speech mate. And I have to say I am very interested in this genius plan of yours. Assuming that is you actually have a plan.” He says a little too smugly to Lucifers liking.
 
Leaning against the table and taking big sip of his drink he looks at Crowley. “Well you see if I told you my secret weapon…..I would have to kill you” he laughs. “I do promise you a good show. Let us just say we’re welcoming a new edition to the family” Lucifer says laughing.
 
Meanwhile:
In Denver Colorado
Emma flies back into shelf. “I thought you said the Siren should be easy to kill” she stands up quickly brushing her pants off.
“Um false! I said it was going to be a pain in the ass to kill this bitch” Tarrah says. “Where is a damn mirror in this place?!” She runs towards kitchen and grabs a Stainless steel platter. “Here Em” Tarrah tosses frisbee style to her sister.
Emma manages to catch just as Siren runs up to her. She quickly holds it up so it can see its reflection. “Take a good look” Emma says looking at her sister over the monster. “Want to stab this thing sometime today?” She looks over at Tarrah. Gripping the knife tightly Tarrah swings out at the Siren hitting it in the back over and over. It lets out loud wailing sound falling to the floor.
“Sorry had to find a bigger knife” Tarrah smirks. “Damn what Gran told us about these things did not do them justice”
“Yeah no kidding. Guess time to head back to hotel see where we need to head next” Emma says brushing off her jacket.
“Oh no we are going out tonight for few drinks remember you promised me cold beer now I am collecting little sis” Tarrah looks at her sister with serious face.
Rolling her eyes Emma nods. “Yeah ok sheesh. We will stop by a bar first then head to hotel after”. They walk outside Tarrah popping open the trunk to their 1967 Chevrolet Impala putting her weapon away. They pull off towards bar that not too far from the hotel per Emma’s request. Once they got there Emma booked it straight to the bar ordered a nice shot of whiskey to take the edge off. She has never told anyone not even her sister about the conversation she heard between her Gran and father years ago, but the words plagued her mind. Not knowing what that really meant for her sister nor herself. Sometimes she would catch herself enjoying the hunt…maybe a little too much which if she were being honest with herself scared the ever-loving piss out of her. She turns on the stool spotting Tarrah talking to some dude on the dance floor. Shaking her head, she downed another shot.
“Not much into the bar scene, are you?” Emma hears a seductive like voice beside her. Turning her head to the side Emma takes this stranger in. Dark hair cut to about her neckline, black leather jacket