Ch-2 Dark's POV
I opened my eyes, I had went to mine and Anti's apartment. Though taking bodies with me wasn't the best Idea, I knew that there was a way to preserve them. It's hard to explain but being a demon has its perks. Example being, I can preserve bodies for lengthy periods of time. I grabbed their arms and put them over each of my shoulders. The weight put me off balance for a few seconds but then I started the short stagger to one of the "guest rooms".
I slowly laid them on the floor and leaned them against the wall. They sort of reminded me of dolls. Kind of like the Mad Father game that Mark played back in the day. How the dad made dolls out of people he thought were beautiful. Or deserving. In my head I had an idea to bring them back, not by stuffing them full of teddy bear stuffing, but by bringing them back to life. On my own I wasn't strong enough to do such magic. But if I found one of my old "friends" she could help me.
Her name was Anastasia. She was Amy's other half but Lucifer's right hand girl. If anyone could help me, it was her.
The only reason I knew her was because of an incident I'm not too proud of with her years ago.
It still makes me pissed to think about it.
3 Years Ago
"I think I could drink you under the table Hun." Anastasia teased. I thought she was a nice... well as nice as a demon could get really. An easy fuck was a good way to put it.
"I think you're wrong sweetheart." I smirked. I tipped my glass to her as a way to challenge her offer.
"I can't wait to see your losing face." Anastasia giggled.
45 Minutes Later
It was official, I did beat her at her own game. To say the least, I was hammered as well. The first step was admitting it after all. Anastasia rubbed her hand across my arm, to my chest, and started to tease my belt. I smiled. I knew she was easy, but I also knew I could do so much better than her. Anyone could really. Though, that doesn't stop a man from dreaming about how badly he would still want this girl. In addition to being easy, she was also down for literally anything. She was that kind of girl. Against my better judgement, I thought it was hot.
I grabbed her waist and started to tease her through her shirt. She smirked at me.
"You think your going to get far with me?" She asked.
"Everyone has gotten far with you Ana." I replied.
She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me in for a soft yet aggressive kiss.
"I'll make you regret making fun of me."
"I'd like to see you try."
3 Years Later Present Day
It sort of spiralled out of control from there, it didn't stop there is what I mean. We had these "get togethers" Often enough to be upsetting. Not a date or anything. Just when either one of us needed release.
I really didn't want to think about the past like that but I also needed a means of contacting her. I could have just contacted Lucifer but that doesn't exactly help me. He really didn't like the fact that I was fucking his assistant. I can't think of why.
I paced back and forth in the apartment, who could I contact that could help me find her. She was always on the hunt with Lucifer, they were looking for these Winchester boys. Lucifer likes them because one of the brothers, Sam, set him free. But Anastasia Hates them because both Sam and Dean, keep killing us. I can understand why though. We're really just a bunch of fucking emo pricks with black eyes. I thought that they could help me, but I thought back the experience with Lilith and decided against it.
I didn't know where to turn, there were a million people I could contact but all of them lead me back to hell, as ironic as that may seem.
But at long last, there was one, one insignificant person that would help me. I just didn't know where to find him.
I just didn't know where to start.