Treffpunkt - A Fic
"No, if I wanted him dead, I'd do it myself," Evelyn replied, fidgeting with a fork and not quite meeting Crowley's gaze.
The Nephilim didn't look well. Her blonde hair hung lank and volumeless around her face. Her gold eyes were slightly glazed, and she kept playing with the empty spot on her left ring finger.
"You're the only person who's managed to find me, so you know," the demon remarked, black and red glinting in her eyes for a moment.
Evelyn shrugged. She didn't think it was all that much of an accomplishment.
"I thought I was following your trail of bodies. Turns out I was wrong. Witches working with vampires to help them kill in daylight. What the hell is going on with the world?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically.
Crowley was silent for a long while, idly tracing a finger around the rim of her glass.
"They don't like the truce," she finally murmured, "They never have. And now, they know things are different, since I left Hell and you left Heaven. There are vulnerabilities now, weaknesses. Lilith's Children might try to exploit them."
The girl accepted the explanation without comment as she got to her feet.
"They can destroy the truce for all I care. Let them burn the world. There's nothing left in it for me anyway," she spat, all heavenly fury and bitter scorn.
The former demon queen tilted her head to one side, raising her glass to Evelyn as the Nephilim vanished.
"You really ought not have pissed me off," Crowley muttered, gaze directed skyward as if in prayer, "It's had a great domino effect."
And with that, she was gone.
