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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:25 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HENRIETTA SCHNEIDER
xxxxxxxxSomewhere in Louisiana...
"Well aren't you just a peach..." a sweet, feminine, older southern accent voice chimed.
"What do you want? Let me go!" an angered, male voice shouted. The sound echoed off the bare concrete walls of the abandoned warehouse.
"Let you go?" the woman asked, a tone of mild shock twinging her voice. "You mean.. How you should have let that girl go who kept begging you to let her go?" she asked with an innocent ring.
The man looked up at her suddenly, bound to the chair in chains, with blood dripping from every long and precise cut on his flesh that made up very complicated patterns. His breath shook as he watched her circle him with a dagger in her hands. "... Wh-... I-... I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, trying to save his skin.
The knife wielding female pouted hearing the lie pass his lips nervously. Her brown eyes shifted to look down at him before she stopped in front of him, a heel clicking loudly on the cement floor as she pivoted to face him completely. She watched him as she ran her fingers over the blade carefully, then looked down at the floor, at the symbols and circles she'd drawn in his own blood beneath him. Even now, as his blood dripped and hit the cold floor, the drops moved on their own into the intricate drawings, adding to the series of symbols slowly. Glancing back up at him, her pout was still on her face. "You mean... you don't remember her?" she asked, then began to grin darkly. "Let me jog your memory..." she started and stepped forward towards him. "Blonde, green eyes, slender figure, about five-five/five-six. She was just walking along, minding her own business... and then you grabbed her, pulled her into the alley." She could see the little twitches on his face as she spoke, telling her that he remembered that night, not that she believed he didn't. "You tossed her around... Threw her into the brick wall as she begged and pleaded for you to stop, to let her go. But you didn't..." She took another step to close the distance between them, then let herself fall onto his lap, getting face to face with him. "You didn't let her go..."she said with a faux pout and ran the edge of the blade up his sliced chest to his throat gently, threatening to slit that precious artery of his.
The man began to laugh. Of course he remembered that night, and every night before. He never let that woman go... well, not alive at least. He had his fun with her then disposed of her. Chuckling as blood ran down his lip, he looked into his captor's eyes. "She had it coming. That slut was asking for it. They all were. If I weren't chained here, you'd be getting some too, b***h."
A grin came back to her face, pulling at her lips. "Witch actually," she corrected him. "... and I bet you'd do it all over again, wouldn't you?"
His eyes flinched for a moment, but he smirked to her. "Definitely."
A small chuckle escaped her. She dragged the dagger's blade back down his chest slowly. "Oh, Sugar... That's just what I wanted to hear." She smiled to him warmly.
Suddenly she shoved the dagger through his chest, causing his scream of pain to resonate through the building for a moment before she backed off of him, leaving the blade in him. As she stepped out of the blood drawn circles, his body erupted in wild flames, his agonizing cries being muted out by the loud roar of the fire. Quickly the symbols on the ground began glow red. The flames spread to them and the floor started to crack and shake as the man's body burnt alive. A glowing, silvery mist suddenly flew up towards the ceiling as the body finally died. The man's soul floating and flying around trying to find an exit. But the symbols on the floor prevented it, locking him in the space. She watched idly as it flung itself about in an obvious panic, unable to crossover. But then it started to grey and slow, an abruptly it fell to the floor, being swallowed by the flames and passing the cracks in the floor as it was forcibly sucked into Hell.
The fire died in an instant, leaving nothing behind but vague burnt areas on the concrete floor. The body, chair, and chains all missing from the scene. Even the cracks in the floor had mended themselves. The dagger however... had magically appeared back in the witch's hands, and she held her grin as she stared at the burnt floor.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:45 pm
 ♔Crowley♔ King of Hell ____________________ A slow clap was heard from behind her along with a presence that was beyond evil and corruption. About 10 feet behind her stood what looks like a man, average height and maybe a little over weight with jet-black hair that was slightly balding, and wearing a very expensive looking black suit, but what ever resided in that man was definitely not human. He stepped out of the shadows and into plain view after admiring the display from the woman before him "Lovely work, darling. Extra points for presentation." He said as a wolf-like grin spread across his face. He casually walked up to the burnt patches on the floor that indicated where the corrupt soul had entered into Hell, into his domain. "Though...I would've let him suffer a little more though. Perhaps cut out his tongue or cut off a finger or two. Would make it far more entertaining, but that's just me." He said and then chuckled a little, which sounded a lot more creepier than you would think. ____________________
"Son of a witch, actually. Mummy taught me a few things"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 8:25 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHENRIETTA SCHNEIDER
She'd felt the presence before she heard the clapping, but decided to ignore it up til now. she'd grown used to feeling that darkness hovering around her from time to time. Demons coming to check on her, make sure she was keeping her end of a long time deal up. But this energy felt strangely familiar.
Her eyes narrowed as the man stepped into view, trying to place this particular demon. When he started to speak she recognized him immediately and the cautious demeanor on her face calmed. She grinned back to him and watched as he walked towards the burnt ground and licked her lips as he suggested putting more torture into the guy before killing him. The witch shrugged her shoulders and took a few confident steps towards him slowly. "Well I wouldn't want to spoil Hell for him, now would I?" she asked rhetorically and stepped up to him. "I'd much rather leave that to the professionals..." she added with a bit of a hush to her voice.
Looking him over quickly, her grin stretched a little more. "New meat suit, I see... Almost didn't recognize you." Her eyes came back up to meet his. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" she asks, tilting her head to the side casually. After not seeing him for over a hundred years, she was curious to why he'd show up now. "Don't tell me my run's over, sweetheart..." she smirked.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 12:56 pm
♔Crowley♔ King of Hell ____________________ He grinned at the women before him. She always was his favourite. "Believe me darling, that would have just felt like a tickle compared to what lies for him down under." The demon chuckled. Oh yes. He thought to himself. She will do just fine. Then the witch asked him why he was here. "Oh? Can't I just pop in every once in a while to see how my little witch is faring?" He asked with a mockingly innocent tone. "And don't worry, your time is not up...yet. Not when you're doing such a fabulous job." He added as he casually sat down on a wooden crate. "But while I'm here, I might as well bring you up to date on some things." The demon said with a little bit of a more serious tone. ____________________
"Son of a witch, actually. Mummy taught me a few things"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 4:17 pm
She held her smirk as he spoke, but she couldn't help but give a small laugh. If a hundred years was his idea of a while--which she guessed was reasonable given that he was generally immortal, then she'd better pay pretty close attention to why he had to visit her now incase she didn't see him again for a "while".
"Well, I suppose I'm doing great, thanks to you." She smiled. Henrietta had always thanked him, whether he was there or not at the time. Instead of it being "Thank God," it was "Thank Crowley". She was a hundred and seventy one and still had the youth and strength of a twenty year old. She'd been indebted to him. She literally owed him her life, and she was happy about it. Her fear of death had almost completely disappeared that night the deal was made. Almost, because she could still be killed; shot, ran over, drown, etc. But she never had to worry about getting sick. Because of that, her once shy personality had completely changed to the lovely, slightly sadistic, confident one she donned now.
But that confident smile on her face flinched--faltered slightly when he added that her time wasn't up yet. She'd been reminded that eventually she would die. Watching him take a seat casually, one of her brows hitched slowly and she turned to face him again.
He wanted to bring her up to date on things. The mention of it caused both her brows to raise in a mild surprise. Usually other demons came to tell her news, and even that was sparse. But now Crowley himself had something to tell her. That grin of her's returned as she looked at him.
"I've heard a few rumors... here an' there," she said, waving the blade in her hand from side to side nonchalantly, a small pout on her lips. "Some idiots started the apocalypse and managed to end it?" she asked, a bit of skepticism in her tone. "Something about an election...?" She also said, more confused than anything with that idea. She hadn't been told much, mostly only catching a few words from demons she'd ran into. They never really humored her for a conversation. At least most of them left her alone.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 5:35 pm
♔Crowley♔ King of Hell ____________________ The King of Hell nodded a little and seemed to scowl at nothing. Crowley hated to admit it, but he was loosing his footing on Hell faster as the days went on when that b***h was against him. Loosing followers by the day and greatly limiting his power. He guess he had the Winchesters to thank for that. Locking him in a dungeon, turning him into a blood junkie, giving him human qualities again. It was awful, actually having empathy again. But at least he's making them make it up to him, whether they liked it or not. They found The Blade and Squirrel possessed the Mark of Cain. All he needed to do now was lead them to Abbadon for Dean to finally end that b***h. The demon looked back up at Henri. "Then perhaps you know about a certain Knight of Hell and how she decided to challenge my rightful authority." Crowley said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Abbadon is trying to overthrow me and become the next ruler of Hell, and I need to make sure everyone's loyalties are where they should be." He said as he eyed her. "And...I'm here to make a proposition." ____________________
"Son of a witch, actually. Mummy taught me a few things"
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 6:38 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 6:07 pm
♔Crowley♔ King of Hell ____________________ Crowley gave an annoyed sigh when Henri just realized he was the King of Hell. How far was she out of the loop anyways? "Yes...the king of rotten stands before you. A bit humbling, isn't it?" Well...at least she knew who Abbadon was, which made his job of explaining everything to her a bit easier. But the only other thing she knew about was the Apocalypse that was started and ended by everyone's favourite bullocks. Maybe she didn't even know that the angels fell recently, and that they're having their own little power struggle and with Metatron trying to play God. But that's a story to save for a another time. Getting back on subject, the King looked back over to the witch before him. "She is trying to smoulder me from all of my valuable assets, and you happen to fall on that list." He explained, then a small smirk played across his lips before he continued. "And...she's afraid of your pre-season practice for what I have planned for you might actually pay off in the end." ____________________
"Son of a witch, actually. Mummy taught me a few things"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 6:58 pm
As he spoke, Henrietta seemed to calm down a bit. Her heart still pounded in her chest as thoughts raced through her mind of being killed by a knight of hell, but she found a bit of comfort in what he told her. She was one of his valuable assets. If she wasn't silently panicking, she would have found it flattering. Especially since she was one of the King of Hell's valuable assets, not just any demon's. But if she was valuable to him, then he wouldn't want to lose her... She hoped. And oddly, it was humbling to have the King of Hell in front of her, but then again, she'd been on Hell's side for a hundred years... Maybe it wasn't so odd.
Nodding a bit, she sucked in a deep breath and let it go slowly, calming herself down. Seeing his smirk gave her a relieved sense as she looked at him. He didn't seem too worried with the idea of Abaddon wanting her dead. But Henrietta trusted him, and if that got her killed... Well she was going to hell either way.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
But he had a plan for her. Hearing that made her brows furrow slightly. "A plan for me?..." she asked him, her curiosity rising. She was a little taken aback by the notion. "I...thought this was my plan?" she questioned, looking around at the bare warehouse briefly, referencing to her deal's terms.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:24 pm
♔Crowley♔ King of Hell ____________________ Crowley looked at the witch before him. He admitted that he added this as part of the deal without her knowing, but it was necessary to avoid suspicion. And plus the Abbadon issue currently at hand arose not too long ago, so he had to come up with a solution and fast, and Henri became a part of it. "It is, and you are doing a marvellous job at it." He told her. "But let's just say I've come here to offer you a promotion."The King of Hell got up and walked over to where Henri was standing. "Abbadon's day are numbered and she knows it, and I'm going to need a replacement." ____________________
"Son of a witch, actually. Mummy taught me a few things"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 6:04 pm
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