WARNING: Self Insert/ Some Violence/ Adult situations
A man about 6'2" is standing on an isolated road, his eyes fixed ahead of himself. In his hands he is clutching a small metal box, hidden under his denim jacket; packed away from any prying eyes watching him in the darkness of this moonless night. He hastens his pace, stopping when he is standing in the middle of a dirt crossroads. Making sure one last time that no one has followed him, he drops to his knees and starts making a small hole with his hand, just deep enough to place the metal box inside and seal it with dirt completely.
Before he fills the hole back in, he opens the case and slowly scans all the items that he placed inside not two hours ago. A bit of graveyard dirt, the bone of a black cat and the most important thing; a recent picture of himself. All three things combined, placed in a box or satchel and then buried in the middle of a crossroad will summon a being which will grant one wish and one wish only.
For a price.
Not that Brian knew of the downside to this whole ordeal. He is simply a desperate man who heard from a friend that he can have a wish fulfilled if he followed the right steps precisely; and now here he is. At the crossroads where his life ends but the career of a demon begins. An attractive young girl, just about 5'7" appears behind the man, a flirtatious smile gracing her lips as she took a few, graceful steps towards him. Her stiletto high-heels dig into the ground as she comes to a full stop; her hands hidden within the pockets of her long, black coat. She tugs on her tie, making sure it's still sitting right and checks to make sure the rest of her outfit still looks professional; her black skirt is hugging her hips and a small part of her thighs, her black shirt has most of it's buttons undone, just barely covering her chest and bra while the rest is completely exposed. The man feels an uneasy feeling come about him as the stench of sulfur begins to poison the air around him.
Brian spins around to face the lithe and beautiful girl, a shifty smirk on his lips. "You bet I did. You're my bitch now, right? I summoned you, I get one wish."
The demoness gives him a bit of a blank look. "No, actually it's the other way around. You're my little bitch... or well you will be... now what do you want?"
"Don't you dare talk back to me, you genie whore! I'll only make the wish if you follow the rules and become my bitch until I make the wish."
Her head tilts to the side, part of her green fringe shifting towards her nose as an almost disturbed look invades her face. "I'm not a genie you moron! I'm a demon! And for the record, it's Djinn and they suck your fluids out of your body while making you 'think' your wish came true. Amongst others who feed off of your fear or hate."
"Blah, blah, blah. Talk big all you want, I know what you are and demon's don't grant wishes." A sly, teeth showing grin is aimed at her. "Genies do... or djinns or whatever and they become the bitches of the master who gets the wish."
"Ok look here buddy. Either tell me what the hell you want or I will leave. I don't HAVE to do jackshit for you! And if you don't start treating me with respect I really will just walk away and make sure no other crossroads demon comes along to do anything for you."
"Oh is that so?" The man steps closer. "Why don't I believe you? You're a genie and I can treat you however I want, so I'd watch my tone with me if I were you!."
Without warning, he backhanded the demon; forcing a little yelp of surprise to escape her lips which is soon replaced with narrowed, pure red eyes. Taken back a bit by the sudden change in her appearance, Brian took one small step back before going back to his dominant stance.
"...you little piece of shit. My boss is going to rip you a dozen new ones."
The man huffs and crosses his arms. "Oh please, why should I be scared of your boss?"
A quiet sound is heard from behind Brian; a bit of shuffling a quiet clicking like noise as a man dressed in black licking his front teeth. He feels a bit uneasy and gradually builds up the strength to face the presence behind him.
"Well I can give you more than one reason why you should fear me." His voice is deep and his tone emotionless, yet rough. "For one I'm the King of Hell. Two... I'm the King of Hell and three... My hellhound's twice the size you are."
The demon walks over to his 'employee' as he called her, gently cupping her chin and inspecting her face from every angle. Thanks to the fact that the vessel is possessed and basically dead already, no bruise came into being, but even that little bit of pain the smack caused is literally visible to the king of hell.
"I really don't appreciate people insulting my little pet, or causing her pain, you know why? Because she's 'mine' and only 'I' am allowed to hurt her. Physically or emotionally." With a quick movement of his hand, Brian began to choke, dropping to his knees as he held his throat. "Have fun choking on your own blood... I'll see you in Hell."
The man tried to take a breath but only spat up more blood, holding himself up on his hands as red liquid begins to seep out of this mouth and create a little pool below him until he finally collapses and the light in this eyes dies out forever. Obviously enticed by her boss's gentle touches and faint concern for her; she is stuck in somewhat of an adoring trance.
"Thanks, Crowley... it's a shame I didn't pass my test though..."
"Oh, you did actually...well one of them"
The demoness froze for a moment, giving him an inquisitive look. "I had more than one test?"
"Yes, one was about you standing up for yourself. I have no doubt you'll make a great crossroads demon, but I was always worried that they could push you around and we can't have that." A faint smirk comes to his lips. "And you should remember, I'm the only one who should ever be allowed to treat you like the piece of bloody shit that you are."
"Strangely enough... those words coming from you don't even seem like an insult anymore." The girl laughs softly, running her hand through her green and black hair. "Actually I think I'm starting to really like it."
"You've always liked it, Blacky."
The demon blushes a little, casting her gaze to the ground. A gentle breeze blew passed them; causing the dark green fringe to tickle the girl's cheeks while the only thing that moved with Crowley was the bottom of his coat. They said nothing, for no words were required; they had developed their own silent language during their time together as partners in crime. Blacky may still be in school, but he has had his eyes on her talents from the moment she stepped into his classroom.
He's been taking special care of her; in a subtle manner so she wouldn't take notice, but she was definitely his favorite demon. A bit stupid at times, but more loyal than most angels are to their father. She cares for him and his hellhound ever since she's laid her greenish-grey eyes on him, she has been randomly fluffing pillows for him, brings him drinks and even takes care of his hellhound when he is busy or away- and on top of all: she was talented in the arts of manipulation, torture and emotional blackmail.
It's what intrigues him about her; how one person can be so 'cute' and yet such a fantastic demon is beyond his understanding. He is just glad that she's on his side and not someone elses. She could prove to be a bigger opponent than most other opponents he has faced in his time as a demon; much to everyone's surprise.
Not that he could ever admit to any of it; he'd hate to think how big headed she might become if he does; or worse: she could get the wrong idea about his 'feelings' and get even more annoying. No, it's for everyone's best interest if he keeps his real thoughts about her secret and keeps insulting here and making sure she knows her place; not that it's hard for him since they are in the perfect 'love-hate' relationship.
"Congratulations then, you're one big step closer to becoming a crossroads demon."
"Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you, Crowley!" Blacky bounces up and down a little, biting her lip in anxiety.
'I know you won't Blacky... you never have before...' "Come by later and I'll assign you to a new deal so you can do your exam again."
With that he disappeared, leaving the girl to her little private celebration. She may not have passed her exam but she could tell Crowley -for the first time ever, was actually proud of her. Not extremely proud but that 0.1% is all that it takes to make Blacky's day.